Christopher came back a short while later, but the first thing he did was call his mother. “Mom, she’s not in the terminal.” He sounded annoyed. “Are you sure you got the time right? I went around the place, but I didn’t see her. Couldn’t get through to her phone either. What? She’s already gone? Hey, that’s not my fault. I came as you asked.”
The call obviously upset Christopher, so he kept quiet for a while after he hung up. When I patted his shoulder, he pulled my hand away. “Not now.”
“Say, a pretty lady wanted you to have this. Wanna have a look?”
I handed the box to him, but he pushed it away without even looking at it. “Now now, Eve. There’s this lump in my throat, but I can’t make it go away. Monica used to be this lovely little girl who came with me everywhere I went. We used to be really happy, just like how real siblings would. But now…”
“Then open this gift, and I guarantee the lump will go away.” I poked him a few more times.
My insistence got the better of him, so he took the box from me and took the lid off. When he realized what was inside, he froze up for a moment. “Handmade truffle cookies?”
He quickly stared at me in shock, while I stuck my tongue out. “Told you you’ll feel better. The lump’s all gone now, eh?” I grinned.
Christopher popped a cookie into his mouth, and his eyes lit up. “Yep, she made this alright. She sucks at baking, but she’s one tough cookie. No pun intended. I used to love handmade cookies like this, so she made it for me once. Tasted like crap though, so I only took one bite and shoved the rest to Zachary. Her pride was scarred, but she didn’t say it. Over the next couple of months, she spent a lot of time making these cookies and baked a bunch for me on my next birthday.
“But since I was just a kid back then, I stuffed as many cookies as I could at every chance I got. By the time she gave me her cookies, the novelty had worn off, so I gave all of them to Darius. Didn’t think I’d see this again. Brings back memories.”
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