Withered Leaves Drift onto the Windowsill

Every day when Paddy got home from work, he'd bring me the chilled dessert from that shop on the east side of the city. All because I once said I loved it. He'd gone ahead and signed up for a membership, prepaid for three years of it. Today he was working late, and I happened to be passing by, so I figured I'd pick it up myself. I gave the membership name and phone number, and the clerk smiled as she confirmed it. "You're Miss Fox, right?" I frowned. "Isn't there some mistake?"