Tears are always a threat at the moment, but mostly they're sad ones. When Anne comes over, looking so beautiful in that dress and the glow around her that Heather can only assume is head-over heels, totally smitten, stupid-ass love, she has to bite her lip and suck in a breath to keep from starting up again with happy crying. She shakes her head, a little too hard.
"Yeah, find me a dress that looks as gorgeous on me as that one does on you. Damn. I mean, I know I've seen you in it before but I think it got better." Probably not what she means, Heather. "Oh! And, um, take this."
She holds the bag out sort of jerkily, and that's half because she has to put her weight on one side to do it and half because of what's in it. There's not a lot around here to give in the way of gifts, and she can only hope that Anne and Murphy will get it. Tucked snug into the bag is the set of bongos she'd claimed, and that Alex had played on that totally misguided but well-meaning night. There's a new addition, though. She's written on them, in her very best handwriting - which is actually surprisingly good -
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?
-George Eliot
She hasn't been so anxious about a gift since she gave Netherlands his bike, and if she bites her lip any harder her teeth are going to go clean through.
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"Yeah, find me a dress that looks as gorgeous on me as that one does on you. Damn. I mean, I know I've seen you in it before but I think it got better." Probably not what she means, Heather. "Oh! And, um, take this."
She holds the bag out sort of jerkily, and that's half because she has to put her weight on one side to do it and half because of what's in it. There's not a lot around here to give in the way of gifts, and she can only hope that Anne and Murphy will get it. Tucked snug into the bag is the set of bongos she'd claimed, and that Alex had played on that totally misguided but well-meaning night. There's a new addition, though. She's written on them, in her very best handwriting - which is actually surprisingly good -
What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?
-George Eliot
She hasn't been so anxious about a gift since she gave Netherlands his bike, and if she bites her lip any harder her teeth are going to go clean through.