Luncheons and Weddings

He expected it to be something for his parents regarding taxes or something of the sort. But his name was fancifully scripted on the front, with the return address of her office in the corner. She was out in Tucson today, celebrating a friends wedding. He was just slipping home from a brief luncheon in New York to somehow celebrate someone else's new freedom. Smells had lately brought on a whole new meaning. He was smelling scents of the theatre, of self-discovery, and of a city he'd frequented so many times before with so many wonderful people, including her.

Hesitation flooded his mind. Should he open the package? Should he drive back to the city? He was pressed for time and had to cover a function for the school paper, preventing him from attending a matinee in the city, bringing him to the package earlier than expected.

He left the package on the dining room table to be opened another time. He was committing other things. Great things. Behaviors that he'd only dreamed of. But something inside, something deep beyond one's own self-control make the boy pick up the white envelope and begin to open it. At first, it was tightly sealed, but he tore it apart to find it contents. Closer and closer he was to seeing what it was that she had sent him. He slipped his hand inside the packaging and pulled out a gift. Something he'd never expected. Something that made him, for a brief second, believe otherwise. And his first reaction, his first words, his first utterance after seeing the contents were:

"How...curious."