The Gift Of The Magi A Continuation 2 — страница 2

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it could be?” Della claims, quite ecstatically. She unties the ribbon, carefully undoes the golden wrapping paper, opens the box, and slowly takes out the tissue paper, piece by piece. “I’m really exited,” she says as the first piece floats to the floor. “I can hardly wait, I know it will be great,” she says as the second tissue is lifted up. “This is the last one, it’s it’s . …….. it’s a wig!!!” Della shouts loudly and upset. “It is just a piece of filthy old hair, worse yet it’s someone else’s who could have germs. How dare you, you, you” Jim shouts back, in order to be heard by the roaring of Della, “My sweet, it’s your very own hair, the hair in which you cut off to buy me a Christmas present, doesn’t that mean anything to you? And

besides, I thought it was the thought that counted.” But Della was to upset to listen to reason. She shouted at him, “I hate you, I really hate you. How dare you give me a worthless rag, get away from me, I never want to see you again, I’m packing and leaving tomorrow!” As she finished speaking she ran into her bedroom, locked the door, and dropped onto her bed, crying her eyes out. Della left the next day, not even saying goodbye to Jim. Jim was heartbroken. He moved away out of shame for being so dumb. For the next 30 years he kept the wig, which had been thrown back in his face by his beloved, and he mourned his loss. He vowed that if he could ever see Della again, he could make up for his stupidity. It is 34 years after Della left Jim. Jim had previously been

traveling the country, and eventually settled in Della’s home town, hoping that someday she too would return. Lucky for him, she did return, for her 64th birthday. She wanted to spend it with her brother, David, and his family. David and Jim had been friends ever since they met when Della and Jim started seeing each other. David is how Jim had been keeping tabs on where Della was. By now, Della was old, gray, with short ugly hair. On Della’s birthday, Jim showed up, with the wig hiding in a box. Della opened the door and froze, stunned. “Jim, it, it’s been so long, why are you here?” Della asked shakily. Jim replied, “Well, I have never forgotten you Della, and I still love you and hope you could forgive me.” “Actually, I shouldn’t have been as cruel to you as I

was, but still, that was a dumb move,” Della said. Jim stated apologetically, “It was a stupid present then, but would you take it now? It kinda fits the situation better don’t you think? But I am not implying that you look ugly now, If I gave you this I wouldn’t want you to wear it if your just around me if you didn’t want, because I don’t think you’ve changed one bit.? Jim says, taking the box from behind him and handing it to Della. She opens it, and it’s the old wig, but cleaned and groomed of course. Della stutters, “I, I, I don’t know what to say. I love it, and it’s true with me also. I have never loved anyone else but you.” Jim asks, “Della, will you marry me?” ?Yes, oh yes, of course I will marry you.? Della says as she puts on the old wig.

Della and Jim lived happily ever after, until 2 years later when they both died together in a terrible car crash.