Feb 11, 2019
Two days past the date a gift arrives at the door. A bouquet of flowers tied with string holding a small card with a drawing on one side and a note on the other:
“Happy Birthday Henry!! -Silver”
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Henry’s eyes go right, right wide and a hand comes over his heart. “Holy hell…!” he mumbles, cocking his head slowly to one side as a smile comes at about the same speed.
“HEY EVERYONE!” he calls behind his shoulder into the house, “COME SEE WHAT CAME AT THE DOOR!” A normally quiet man for once more than eager to use his voice for the utter delight you brought at his doorstep.
