/authors/the-weatherman/Recent content in The Weatherman on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-us/stories/1/01/01/sharons-tale/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/sharons-tale/<p>* Sharon closed her car door and walked along the stone walk-way to her front door.  Already the work week was fading.  It was Friday, and all that lay ahead of her now was a weekend of rest.  She certainly would&rsquo;ve preferred it if Mark hadn&rsquo;t run off golfing for the entire weekend without her, but she didn&rsquo;t want to think about that now.  Sharon stopped thinking about Mark and looked down by the front door.  On the porch lay a small package about the size of a shoe box.  It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had been hand delivered, for there was no address on the package, only a note that was taped to the outside.  She picked up the package and went inside, reading the note as she walked. </p>