A Gift

A young boy stood holding two long boxes.

"Delivery. Could one of you sign for these?"

Kelly did while Miriam took the boxes from the boy and tipped him. The boy left and Miriam read the cards.

They'd each received a box. Kelly's had an assortment of brightly colored flowers and Miriam's had yellow roses.

Both women lit up and smiled at each other.

"Gus," they said simultaneously and giggled.

"Let's get these in water, before my appointment with Mrs. Wadsworth-Hennings," Miriam said.

* * *

During the forty minute trip to Bryn Mawr, Miriam couldn't get the smile off of her face. She greeted her client with a perky grin. When she realized what she was doing, she cleared her throat and held out her hand. Demure and professional, ha.

"Call me Joan, Ms. Stokes. I asked at our first meeting."

"Of course. Call me Miriam, please," she replied as she surveyed the two story foyer with one of the most tasteful, but largest chandeliers she'd ever seen.