I could almost taste the freedom in the air.
Winter Break.
Finals were done, I had nothing to worry about for a good solid two weeks. Except, of course, Paige’s present. Mom was never difficult; she always dropped hints through all December.This year it had been between a special edition package of some old movies starring Cary Grant, some books whose titles I didn’t really recognize (Who the heck is the other Boleyn girl? For that matter, who is the Boleyn girl?), or some salt and pepper shakers she’d fallen in love with at the downtown art fair. (The latter was very early in December and she’d be most surprised, so I got those when she wasn’t looking. I also got the Boleyn book, whatever the heck that was about.)
Paige, however, was a mystery. I didn’t have the faintest idea what to get her. I toyed with the idea of Ginkgo, but Mom might get her that… She lived alone so there were all sorts of things to do with the house, but that could give the wrong impression.
Stupid holidays, they’re so stressful.