Blog #9- The Queen of Hearts
She delicately untied the red satin bow and lifted the lid of the box. In the middle of a plush velvet bedding sat a shining sterling silver playing card. The queen of hearts. "Oh, wow. It's lovely, Claude," she said, "this looks expensive!" "It is, my love. It's a rare collectible. But I thought, I already have 52, of course I can spare one for you." It was a sweet gesture. But more importantly, Rose knew that if she sold it like all of his other presents, she would have enough to pay the rent, and maybe even afford a new dress or two. With the generous and frequent gifts, Rose could support herself alone in a new city without lifting a finger. The next morning she woke up late. Rose wrapped his dress shirt with the embroidered CE monogram around her as a cover, and ventured into the kitchen. His usual "Off to work, see you later tonight, love," note was in it's place on the counter. Maybe if she knew that she would n...
