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Christmas gift. He charged over to me and tried to saw off my arm. He then ran to my painting and somehow pulled it off the wall.
“I’ll find a movie for you to watch, Luke,” I said, in an attempt to distract him. I flipped some channels, but every movie I selected elicited loud screams of protest. At one point he appeared to hold his breath, and he turned red.
“Prudence, stop looking for a movie,” Uncle Tim said. “Just pick one and make Luke watch it.”
Luke ran over to Uncle Tim and kicked him in the shins.
Uncle Tim picked up Luke and sat him on his knee. “Now you listen to me, you little brat,” he said. “You are going to be very good for us, or I’ll give you a good spanking when your mother isn’t watching. And don’t you dare tell your mother what I just said. Now, you sit and watch the movie and be a good boy, all right?”
Luke nodded. “Good boy,” he said. He sat in front of the TV.
I was speechless at the transformation. I went over to my painting to check it. To my delight, it was undamaged, and better still, on the back of the painting was a folded note right by the frame, taped there by the artist. I hadn’t been able to see it before, but the knock must have dislodged it from under the edge of the frame. “A Christmas miracle!” I exclaimed. I pulled the note from the back of the canvas and unfolded it. It was a little sketch, showing me the proper way to hang it. I smiled when I realized that I had been right the first time.
I hung the painting, and then went to the sofa to sit next to Christina. I sighed and stretched. With my headache gone, I was starting to relax. Maybe I would make myself a nice cup of lemon and ginger tea. At least Luke was now quiet, his eyes glued to the TV.
Just then, there was a knock on my door.
Chapter 11
I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I’d been looking forward to relaxing.
I opened the door to find Constance standing there. She pushed past me.
She was holding two bottles of champagne under one arm, and a big bag in the other. “I thought we could work on your painting problem now,” she said, charging into the living room. She nodded to Christina and Uncle Tim, and then stopped in front of the painting. “As I feared, it’s upside down.”
“Actually, that’s how it’s supposed to go,” I said. “I figured it out.”
Constance clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head. She set the two bottles and the bag on my coffee table and then went to the painting. “No, I’m telling you, it’s upside down,” she said.
“The artist left a picture of how it goes,” I said a bit more fiercely than I had intended. I was in the mood to let the air out of Constance’s sails to a degree, but somehow she managed to keep right on sailing.
“Then he made a mistake.” She reached up and pulled the painting off the wall, and then turned it and set it up again. “There,” she said. “That’s what the artist should’ve done.” She turned to look at me. “Aren’t you going to get a few glasses? Christmas Day is a perfect time for champagne.”
I knew that any time was the perfect time for champagne to Constance, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I went into my kitchen and got three champagne flutes. I handed one to everyone when I returned. She already had a bottle open.
“Aren’t you having any?” she asked as she filled her glass.
“Not today,” I said, shaking my head.
“If I were you, I would want a drink,” Constance said dismissively. “Go and get a glass.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why would you want a drink if you were me?”
“You’re all alone on Christmas,” she said, waving her hand at me.
“No I’m not,” I said, puzzled. “You’re here now, and so are Christina and Uncle Tim—oh, and Luke.”
Constance smiled and sat down. “Now that I solved your painting dilemma, we can talk and drink. Here’s your gift.”
She handed me an envelope, but I protested.
“I’ll find a movie for you to watch, Luke,” I said, in an attempt to distract him. I flipped some channels, but every movie I selected elicited loud screams of protest. At one point he appeared to hold his breath, and he turned red.
“Prudence, stop looking for a movie,” Uncle Tim said. “Just pick one and make Luke watch it.”
Luke ran over to Uncle Tim and kicked him in the shins.
Uncle Tim picked up Luke and sat him on his knee. “Now you listen to me, you little brat,” he said. “You are going to be very good for us, or I’ll give you a good spanking when your mother isn’t watching. And don’t you dare tell your mother what I just said. Now, you sit and watch the movie and be a good boy, all right?”
Luke nodded. “Good boy,” he said. He sat in front of the TV.
I was speechless at the transformation. I went over to my painting to check it. To my delight, it was undamaged, and better still, on the back of the painting was a folded note right by the frame, taped there by the artist. I hadn’t been able to see it before, but the knock must have dislodged it from under the edge of the frame. “A Christmas miracle!” I exclaimed. I pulled the note from the back of the canvas and unfolded it. It was a little sketch, showing me the proper way to hang it. I smiled when I realized that I had been right the first time.
I hung the painting, and then went to the sofa to sit next to Christina. I sighed and stretched. With my headache gone, I was starting to relax. Maybe I would make myself a nice cup of lemon and ginger tea. At least Luke was now quiet, his eyes glued to the TV.
Just then, there was a knock on my door.
Chapter 11
I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I’d been looking forward to relaxing.
I opened the door to find Constance standing there. She pushed past me.
She was holding two bottles of champagne under one arm, and a big bag in the other. “I thought we could work on your painting problem now,” she said, charging into the living room. She nodded to Christina and Uncle Tim, and then stopped in front of the painting. “As I feared, it’s upside down.”
“Actually, that’s how it’s supposed to go,” I said. “I figured it out.”
Constance clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head. She set the two bottles and the bag on my coffee table and then went to the painting. “No, I’m telling you, it’s upside down,” she said.
“The artist left a picture of how it goes,” I said a bit more fiercely than I had intended. I was in the mood to let the air out of Constance’s sails to a degree, but somehow she managed to keep right on sailing.
“Then he made a mistake.” She reached up and pulled the painting off the wall, and then turned it and set it up again. “There,” she said. “That’s what the artist should’ve done.” She turned to look at me. “Aren’t you going to get a few glasses? Christmas Day is a perfect time for champagne.”
I knew that any time was the perfect time for champagne to Constance, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I went into my kitchen and got three champagne flutes. I handed one to everyone when I returned. She already had a bottle open.
“Aren’t you having any?” she asked as she filled her glass.
“Not today,” I said, shaking my head.
“If I were you, I would want a drink,” Constance said dismissively. “Go and get a glass.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why would you want a drink if you were me?”
“You’re all alone on Christmas,” she said, waving her hand at me.
“No I’m not,” I said, puzzled. “You’re here now, and so are Christina and Uncle Tim—oh, and Luke.”
Constance smiled and sat down. “Now that I solved your painting dilemma, we can talk and drink. Here’s your gift.”
She handed me an envelope, but I protested.
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