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Unit 3 The
Present
They say that blood
is thicker than water, that our relatives are more
important to
us than others.
Everyone was so kind to the old lady on her
birthday. Surely her daughter would
make an even bigger effort to please
her?
It
was the old lady's birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the
post. From the second floor flat she could see the
postman when he came down the street,
and the little boy from the ground floor brought
up her letters on the rare occasions
when anything came.
Today she was sure the would be
something. Myra wouldn't forget her mother's
birthday,
even if she seldom wrote at
other times. Of course Myra was busy. Her husband
had been made
Mayor, and Myra herself
had got a medal for her work the aged.
The old lady was proud of
Myra, but Enid was the daughter she loved. Enid
had never married,
but had seemed
content to live with her mother, and teach in a
primary school round the corner.
One evening, however, Enid said,
you for a few days, Mother. Tomorrow I
have to go into hospital--just a minor operation,
I'll soon be home.
In the morning she went,
but never came back--she died on the operating
table. Myra came to
the funeral, and in
her efficient way arranged for Mrs. Morrison to
come in and light the fire and give
the
old lady her breakfast.
Two years ago that was, and since then
Myra had been to see her mother three times,
but her husband never.
The old lady was eight
today. She had put on her best dress. Perhaps--
perhaps
Myra might come. After all,
eighty was a special birthday, another decade
lined or
endured just as you chose to
look at it.
Even if Myra did not come, she would
send a present. The old lady was sure of that.
Two spots of colour brightened her
cheeks. She was excited--like a child. She would
enjoy
her day.
Yesterday Mrs. Morrison had given the
flat an extra clean, and today she had
brought
a card
and a bunch of marigolds when she came to do the
breakfast. Mrs. Grant downstairs had
made a cake, and in the afternoon she
was going down there to tea. The
little boy, Johnnie, had
been up with a packet of mints, and said he
wouldn't go out
to play until the post
had come.
What would she like? A pair of slippers
perhaps. Or a new cardigan. A cardigan would be
lovely. Blue's such a pretty colour.
Jim had always liked her in blue. Or a
table
lamp. Or a book, a travel book, with
pictures, or a little clock, with clear black
numbers.
So many lovely
things.
She stood by the
window, watching. The postman turned round the
corner on his bicycle. Her
heart beat
fast. Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the
gate.
Then clatter, clatter up
the stairs. Johnnie knocked at her
door.
He gave her four envelopes. Three were
unsealed cards from old friends. The fourth
was sealed, in Myra's writing. The old
lady felt a pang of disappointment.
Maybe the parcel was too large to come
by letter post. That was it. It would come later
by
parcel post. She must be
patient.
Almost
reluctantly she tore the envelope open. Folded in
the card was a piece of paper. Written
on the card was a message under the
printed Happy Birthday
-- Buy yourself
something nice with
the cheque, Myra
and Harold.
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