EE took the package, promised he would open it on Christmas, and thanked Mrs. V. He didn't want to seem ungrateful with this much mistletoe around--she was in a prime position to poison his coffee with it.
As she released the package, she said, "Well, it won't matter, really. If you don't open it, it'll open itself by the end of the year." A flirty smile twitched on her lips and she was gone, taking her new pencil sharpener with her (EE had picked it up on the way to work, wrapped it in the ca...
Published on December 27, 2009 07:02