She had to get last-minute items for dinner, so I offered to go with. I still couldn’t get over the winters in Alabama. It was ridiculous; some people were even watering their lawns as we drove by. When Mary had asked me to go with her, she had a wicked gleam in her eye, so I had to come. We went to the twenty-four hour store and Mary asked me to get milk while she grabbed the rest of the items. I people watched as I waited for her. The South was a sharp contrast to New York. People seemed relaxed here. They strolled the aisles as if they had all the time in the world. Mary came back with something in her hand and I smiled at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “Why, it’s your present for Kenny,” she beamed. I took the package from her and looked at it. It was a simple wooden frame in the shape of a heart. I loved it immediately. “It’s beautiful,” I said with a smile. “I don’t have a picture to put in it, though.” Mary’s eyes sparkled and I shook my head with a small laugh.
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