>>5145412It takes you a while to form words again. So, you wearily sigh, <span class="mu-i">you’re</span> the one who made Blumenkrantz into what he is, huh?
“He was always abrasive.” Christy replies with a polite shake of her head. “But once he let you past his defenses, he…” She pauses typing as a small grin forms on her face. “I remember when he came into my hospital room one day with a book. I believe he bought it from the pharmacy.”
The girl sniffs as a nostalgic smile appears. “<span class="mu-b">MASTERING ORIGAMI: JAPANESE PAPERCRAFT.</span> I remember him placing it on my end table and trying his best to read my reaction out of the corner of his eye.” She shakes her head. “I wasn’t really interested, to be honest. But seeing that pleading look in his eyes… that desire to score just ONE victory after everything he had lost…” Christy shrugs. “I just had to try it.”
Pausing her story, the girl reaches into her pants pocket and pulls out an <span class="mu-g">ORIGAMI FROG!</span> Gently placing it on her shoulder, Christy continues typing. “You can imagine how surprised he was when I filled my room with animals.” She explains, puffing out her chest with pride. “I remember him once telling me his family used to raise chickens when he was younger, so I gave him one once I found the right paper.” She frowns. “Not my best work, but I think he liked it.”
And just as quickly as it arrived, Christy’s smile fades. “My parents died shortly after. It was my third day back at work when I got the call: Car accident. They died in transit to the hospital I had just been released from.”
Her face hardens again behind her opaque glasses. “<span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> paid for the funeral and other expenses. They gave me their house in their wills, of course, but I sold it and moved in with Grandpa instead.” Another sigh. “Neither of us wanted to be alone after everything that had happened...”
>CONTD. 