Betrayed!

Laugh if you must, but discretion
is advised -- in yet another instance
of that unfortunate Mars/Venus syndrome.
For she is in the throes of an epic state of 
febrile high dudgeon and he within a 
depressed state of conflicted confusion.
So proud of his new state-of-the-art
camera, he experimented with
meaningful photos; the splendid
munificence of a home carefully furnished
to reflect a classical-inspired gentility;
one of their lovingly manicured gardens
in full colour bloom; and another of
their delightfully ill-humoured,
pampered little dog with its
Napoleonic complex. Ah, and then
swiftly, silently capturing images of
his beloved wife domesticating the 
kitchen with her capably knowledgeable
functionality, so absorbed, not a thought
given to the noiseless click and her
dishevelment. Proudly he exhibited for her
the panoramic scope possible with his
new device. Appalled, she beheld her
visage and drooping form. Casual, yes,
unstaged, certainly: gruesome, you bet.
How could you!?! she demanded, weeping
as he stuttered his entirely innocent dismay.