Post by Libby on May 1, 2008 21:43:39 GMT -5
Using her housekeeping passkey to slip into the room, Libby closed it quietly behind her before turning on the light. Turning around, she smiled and approached the large gift in the middle of the floor. It really was beautiful. She hoped he liked it, even if he could never know it was from her.
Setting the shopping bag on the floor, she reached in and removed a large roll of red ribbon. Untaping the end, she considered her task carefully. This might not be as easy as she had thought. Removing all the ribbon from the roll, she walked around the large object. She tried to hold both ends while throwing the bulk of the ribbon over the top, but it didn’t work out quite as planned. Brushing her hair back out of her eyes she checked the time. It was getting late, he could be here anytime. Him or his family. She couldn’t risk anyone walking in on her.
Biting her lip, she lifted the lid and secured one end of the ribbon beneath it. Walking around the object again, she was please when she could finally get a hold of both ends and tie them in a big knot. Letting the ends hangs down, she pulled a huge red bow out of the bag next and attached it to the ribbon. Taking a step back, she laughed to herself. It was perfect. Oh, if only she could see his face.
Taking the last item from the bag, she set the card on the bench, leaning over it to write in her best cursive handwriting:
Folding the card over the ribbon, Libby gathered up the bag and any other evidence that she was ever there. Stopping by the door, she took one last look at her handiwork. The red ribbon really seemed to stand out about the smooth, wooden surface, polished so brightly it almost reflected. She knew it could never replace the one he had lost, the one his mother had given him, but she hoped this piano would bring him joy and comfort in such a difficult time.
Flicking off the light, she left the room, a bright smile on her face, letting the door lock behind her.
Setting the shopping bag on the floor, she reached in and removed a large roll of red ribbon. Untaping the end, she considered her task carefully. This might not be as easy as she had thought. Removing all the ribbon from the roll, she walked around the large object. She tried to hold both ends while throwing the bulk of the ribbon over the top, but it didn’t work out quite as planned. Brushing her hair back out of her eyes she checked the time. It was getting late, he could be here anytime. Him or his family. She couldn’t risk anyone walking in on her.
Biting her lip, she lifted the lid and secured one end of the ribbon beneath it. Walking around the object again, she was please when she could finally get a hold of both ends and tie them in a big knot. Letting the ends hangs down, she pulled a huge red bow out of the bag next and attached it to the ribbon. Taking a step back, she laughed to herself. It was perfect. Oh, if only she could see his face.
Taking the last item from the bag, she set the card on the bench, leaning over it to write in her best cursive handwriting:
Merry Christmas
from
a friend
from
a friend
Folding the card over the ribbon, Libby gathered up the bag and any other evidence that she was ever there. Stopping by the door, she took one last look at her handiwork. The red ribbon really seemed to stand out about the smooth, wooden surface, polished so brightly it almost reflected. She knew it could never replace the one he had lost, the one his mother had given him, but she hoped this piano would bring him joy and comfort in such a difficult time.
Flicking off the light, she left the room, a bright smile on her face, letting the door lock behind her.
