My name is Byron, and this is the story of when my mother sent me next door to the old woman who used to babysit me when I was little to deliver a birthday gift from my mom. I'm 20 now and really had better things to do than deliver a gift to an old lady I hadn't seen in a while.
"She's a widow," Mom said as if that explained everything.
"Why can't you take it over?" I asked.
"I'm making dinner," she explained. "Unless you know how to make lasagna. I didn't think so."
I grabbed the gift and walked out. She only lived two doors down.
Mrs. Henderson answered the door herself, but I heard laughter and voices from the kitchen. Her white hair was neatly combed, and she wore bright red lipstick and had very blue eyes.
"Byron! So nice to see you. Won't you come in?"
"Uh, I just wanted to drop this off. It's from my mom. Happy birthday, by the way," I stammered.
"Nonsense, come in, come in," she insisted.
"Okay, but I can't stay long, mom is making dinner."
We walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Davis were there as well. They were Mrs. Henderson's friends and were also widows.
Mrs. Peterson had brown hair, brown eyes and wore faded pink lipstick.
Mrs. Davis also had blue eyes. Her brown hair was short but styled and had streaks of gray in it. Her lipstick was a red and brown mix (I'm a guy, I don't know lipstick colors). The lipstick is important to the story, that's why I keep mentioning it.
"Hey, I see the stripper showed up!" Mrs. Davis said, giving me a wink.
I blushed and turned away.
"Olivia sent Byron over here with my birthday gift. Wasn't that nice of him?" Mrs. Henderson asked.
"Very nice," Mrs. Peterson said.
"Such a nice, young man," Mrs. Davis said.
"Well, I better be going," I said turning to leave.
"Wait. Let me open the gift so you can tell you mother thank you for me," Mrs. Henderson said.
