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his hand at the man and turned to leave. “It’s not a problem.”
    “Have a good day, Sir. We will be updating our designs in time for Valentine’s Day, should you be interes—”
    His body tensed as his heart rate skyrocketed. “My wife is dead. She won’t need a fucking Valentines gift any more than she needed the—”. The words stuck in his throat like thorns on a rose bush.
    Any more than she would have worn the necklace and earrings he’d bought for her.
    Imbeciles.
    Heraged silently as he walked out, wishing he had never set foot in this damned place.
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    “Another present for Jacob?” Arnold’s gappy smile greeted her as she walked through the door which he held open.
    “Oh yes,” she replied, “one more gift for Jacob.” Relief swept over her as soon as she entered the lobby. The bags had weighed her down, becoming heavier towards the end of her almost hour long commute and she was anxious to be relieved of them.
    “Jacob will be very happy.”
    “I expect he will be.”
    Rosalee gave her a perplexed look the moment she walked into the apartment. “Didn’t you take that to work with you a few days ago?”
    “It was a present for Jacob.”
    “What happened?” Her sitter asked. Savannah set the box down and busied herself by taking her coat off; she was reluctant to explain.
    “Well?” persisted Rosalee, folding her arms.
    “It was from someone at work and it didn’t seem right to accept it.”
    “Someone at work showed a kindness to your son at Christmas, and still you say no?”
    Savannah shrugged. “I brought it back. He can have it now.”
    “The gift basket?” Rosalee placed her hands on her thick, wide hips. “Was that from work too?”
    Savannah nodded.
    “Your work people seem to appreciate you. That’s a good thing.”
    “Hmmm,” she replied casually, not wanting to encourage too many questions from her highly observant sitter.
    “You make sure you stay there for life,” advised Rosalee, taking off her apron. “I made dinner and now I must leave you.”
    Savannah sniffed the air. “Thanks Rosalee. It smells delicious but you didn’t have to go to the trouble of cooking.”
    “I have to eat,” the older woman replied. “And your gift basket is still full of good things.”
    “Thank you, and take whatever you want,” Savannah encouraged.
    “I already did.” Rosalee smiled, her face worn out like old material.
    “Has Jacob been good?”
    “Your boy?” The elderly woman gave her a surprised look as she put on her coat. “He is an angel. Bye, Jacob,” she shouted over her shoulder. “We will meet again tomorrow.”
    Savannah knew he was an angel. Somewhere from the depths of his room she heard Jacob shout out to Rosalee.
    “Thanks, Rosalee,” said Savannah, opening the door. “See you tomorrow.” She walked towards Jacob’s room carrying the toy in her hands and he shuffled back a step and then yelped with delight when he saw the toy in her hands. “But I thought you said…?”
    She walked over and sat by his bed narrowly missing two of his Marvel figurines which lay facing one another. “Mr. Stone insisted you keep it.”
    “You mean it, Mommy? I can keep it and play with it?” He asked again, as if she might change her mind at any moment. She nodded and two seconds later the box was opened and empty and a second Iron Man was flying around on something that looked like a spaceship.
    “Will you tell Mr. Stone I said ‘thank you’?”
    “I already did.”
    “Yeah, but will you say it again?” Jacob’s eyes twinkled as he asked her.
    “Okay,” she replied, feeling apprehensive at the thought of meeting the man again.
    “I told you he was nice.”
    Tobias Stone’s sainthood had been sealed in Jacob’s eyes. Savannah tucked her hair behind her ears and said nothing.

Chapter 7
     
    She was hoping for an easy and non-confrontational day at work today, and had high hopes of having the 21st floor to herself.
    She prayed for a