"Something's come up."
He joined the conversation but fell silent without continuing.
"Speak."
She looked at him with furrowed brows.
Looking at her, Perry Reed slowly said, "A few days ago, it was your birthday."
"Hmm."
Nodding her head, Flossie Wright remembered.
February 25th.
Erina Taylor's birthday.
Flossie Wright's seemed to be in the summer, but she couldn't clearly remember.
"Here."
He stretched out his hand, opened it wide.
There was a small box.
Setting down her spoon, Flossie Wright took the box, somewhat curious, "What is this?"
She knew he liked knives, all the gifts that Perry Reed had given her before were various types of knives, many of which she didn't even recognize.
Gift-giving was a straightforward and effective way to please someone.
This time...
Hand-palm-sized box, wooden, engraved with patterns on it.
His facial complexion slightly stiff, Perry Reed said, "Look at it when you get home."
"Ok."
