“At least Grandma might’ve gotten me something,” she wondered aloud, as the old woman hadn’t mailed her gift or flown in for her party last week. Sighing, Karen checked her hair in the mirror one more time before deciding it was fine and setting her brush down, “Probably got ten things for him, though.”
The girl tried to push the thoughts out of her head, though, as she stood up from where she was seated on a stool she kept in the room. She hesitated about heading for the door, however.
“Guess I may as well get this over with,” she sighed within a moment, however, and as the girl slowly shuffled out of her room she grumbled, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll fall asleep or something.”
