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Margery had been in a funk for several months. Okay, that was a lie. After seventeen years, she was finally getting out of the funk. Slowly, she was moving on with life, no matter how hard it was for her. And she needed to do it because life was moving on without her.
“So, does the package say who it’s from?” Margery asked as she placed her handbag under the counter.
“It doesn’t.”
She looked over at her coworker, confused. “Then how do you know it’s for me? It could be for you.”
“Silly! It has your name on it.”
Margery furrowed her eyebrows. The package that had her name on it, but it didn’t have anything else? That was a little weird.
“Did somebody give it to you?” she asked.
“Nope. It was sitting out front when I got here to open. Had your name on it. Figured they knew what time I got inand left it a couple of minutes before. Come on, open it up!”
Unease filled Margery as she took a step toward the box.
“Today really isn’t the day. Maybe we can just say it’s for you? I’m not expecting anything,” Margery gently said and sighed.
“Feeling unwell?” Adalisa asked.
“Thankfully, no, but I have no doubt I will at some point. It’s been a while since I was last ill. I hope I don’t get sick any time soon.”
“Just take some preventative medicine: multivitamin, vitamin C, zinc. Get ahead of it,” Adalisa listed off everything.
“I’m not going to do that. You know I don’t really like taking medicine. Not unless I absolutely have to.” Margery rolled her eyes.
“But it could help you,” Adalisa gave her a knowing look.
“Or I could just eat right, get enough sleep, exercise, and drink enough water.”
Her friend raised her hands in the air. “Okay. Okay. I’m not going to change your mind. That’s fine. Now, will you please open the package? It has your name written in bold, and I want to know what it is.”
She exhaled and walked up to the package. Adalisa was right—her name was written in bold.
Her breathing stopped for a second as she looked at the handwriting. It seems so familiar. It was Ethan’s handwriting, but there had to an infinite number of people with the same style.
“Well, are you going to open it?” Adalisa asked.
“Uh, yeah.”
She grabbed the scissors off the counter and started to cut through the tape. Excitement bubbled inside her as she saw short, colorful hair. What could it be?
Margery pulled the softest multicolored zebra out of the box. It looked almost identical to the one Ethan had given to her eighteen years ago. Who else knew she had one like this?
“Oh, my goodness. That is so cute! And look, it has your name embroidered on it!” Adalisa squealed. “Wait, what is that?”
Margery looked down at the heart—Adalisa was right. But what else was she talking about?
“Is that a binkie?” Adalisa questioned.
Hanging around the neck of the stuffed zebra, sure enough, was a binkie. Why was there a binkie on it?
Did the person who sent this to her know she liked to suck on them every once in a while? Especially when she was stressed?
“Do you know who gave it to you? And why would they put the binkie around the neck of the stuffed animal?” she asked. “I know you said you’ve been on a couple of dates. Maybe one of them gave it to you. But the binkie wouldn’t make any sense.”
Margery nodded. She had been on a couple of dates recently, but none of them knew that she was a Little. It wasn’t something she gave up on the first date. And none of her dates knew she even had a stuffed animal.
