Reason to Believe
“Remembering was hard, would probably always be hard, but the pain was not as acute as it had once been. It was late, but it was still Christmas, and she hadn't given Ben his gift. She hadn't given him one last year, either, but this Christmas was certainly different. The little joke he'd made about giving her a Christmas gift had thrown her off, but she'd been "off" for some time. Off balance, off schedule, off her usual track. She was going with the flow this Christmas. Against her own grain. ...Funny how the cliches came in battalions, even though this Christmas was anything but cliche.
Funny how eager she was to see him this time of night, and unlike a time not so long past, it wasn't because she had worked up the urge to scratch his eyes out. Figuratively, of course.
"Mom?" "I'll be back in a few minutes, Anna. I just remembered that I have a gift for your father." "You do?" The voice rose, gaining enthusiasm. "What'd you get him?" "Long silk underwear, like ours, only men's." Anna's giggle woke Billie, who groaned, then mumbled thickly, "Whas goin' on?" "Guess what my mom got my dad for Christmas.MoreLess
Funny how eager she was to see him this time of night, and unlike a time not so long past, it wasn't because she had worked up the urge to scratch his eyes out. Figuratively, of course.
"Mom?" "I'll be back in a few minutes, Anna. I just remembered that I have a gift for your father." "You do?" The voice rose, gaining enthusiasm. "What'd you get him?" "Long silk underwear, like ours, only men's." Anna's giggle woke Billie, who groaned, then mumbled thickly, "Whas goin' on?" "Guess what my mom got my dad for Christmas.MoreLess
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