Bobbi sat on the chesterfield
listening to soft music. Her brother, Tim, knew her thoughts
were miles away as she was smiling inwardly, but ignoring him completely.
“I hate being ignored,” he
thought, “Especially by my sister.:
"Are you dreaming about
Valentine’s Day?” he asked her. “That's not an easy day for everyone. You are
such a dreamer, if you think it is. Look at that woman in the retirement home.”
“You mean Brenda, the lady in
the wheelchair, the one who writes for the Internet?” asked Bobbi. “I love her
tall tales. That last one she wrote was so romantic! The only thing missing was
the candles. Imagine finding out that Albert was in love with her
that way!”
“Does Albert even exist?
We could visit her on Valentine’s Day and find out for sure. We should do
something special for her. Then, she would have something new to write about.”
“You are such a nice guy!” said
Bobbi. “Too bad you are my brother!”
“She
doesn't have any family, does she?” asked Tim. “She was good to our mom
before she passed away last year. “I'm going to buy a thesaurus
for her,” suggested Tim. “Want to come with me?”
“What a great idea!” replied
Bobbi. smiling, as she knew that this would help both of them deal with their
own personal loss. “I’ll find some classical music
for her,” thought Bobbi. “Maybe she’s a dreamer, too?”
Valentine’s Day brought its own
surprise. As Tim and Bobbi approached Brenda’s doorway, a man’s voice
resounded, from inside the room.
“We should always encourage
romantics, Brenda,” Albert said. “That’s why I brought a six-course dinner we
can enjoy together. Where shall I put the candles?”
“I can’t believe it!” whispered
Bobbi. “Brenda was not dreaming. Albert is real.”
“I thought she was a
dreamer,” confessed Tim.
“Let’s not disturb them. We’ll
leave the gifts on the table, outside the door.”
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