Her Gift

She had forgotten all about it. – And in her excitement when she bent down to look in her bag, the top of the towel slipped. He still had the dirty look on his face as she placed the box into his open palms. Inside, he found a little wooden horse in folds of ink-filled tissue paper. - I thought you were a donkey fan.

I liked this horse too. It’s made of cedar.

And the horseman? He said. Is he made of cedar, or alabaster?

Ignoring his joke, she pointed to the folds of tissue paper. You must read it, she said quickly – almost impatiently. I have to know what you think.