My second Wife

My second wife always opens the door with her left hand, and sipping her champagne with a wary smile. 
The day she tells me she can't find her opal ring, I throw her a casual look as if she's said, " It's my period." 
I know that ring, it's a present I gave for her birthday. I know neither of us likes opal, but birthday is birthday, we have to do something about to show we care, if not love. 
Do I care of this kind of things anymore? 
I look back to my iPad, candy crush is chocolating my jelly beans.
I can fell the pain of the jelly beans when they are crushed by the force. I feel a bit hurt but yet a pleasure surging from my spin.
Suddenly I feel a sweetness flooding from the bottom of my tongue to my teeth.