I wanted the connection. And I asked for it
Idrop chocolate into colored glass cups, add a miniature schnapps. There’s something thrilling about doing something easy and economical, with a touch of elegance. It’s a demonstration of connection and friendship that makes each package count.
I go through my list of family, neighbors, friends, and workmates.
Toby. I stop. The thing with Toby is that she doesn’t fit neatly into any category. She and I work in the same building and sometimes we chat as we wait for the elevator. But I deliver my goods into her hands every year because she lives next door to my aunt. If I’m there anyway, why not? We enjoy a good schmooze and marvel how our young ones are making strides and our big ones are shying away.
When I first delivered my cellophane-wrapped baskets to her, Toby handed me one of her own. Then life changed, clear wrapping was out, boxed became the thing, and Toby stopped reciprocating.
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