The Adventures of Harry and Grace Part II

Sweet Creature

Picking up the utility knife from the bed, you run it across the seam of the box, flattening the cardboard so you can break it down and place it in the pile. Opening another box, you begin to place Harry's collection of loafers in your closet.

"Mumma! Someone at da door!" Grace bounds into your room, jumping up and down, her curls acting as little bungee cords hooked to her head. "Da door bell went 'ding dong'!" Her head moves side to side demonstrating the noise the door made.

"Alright Bug, let's go see who is here." Leaving the box on the floor, you follow Grace out of the master bedroom and down the stairs.

"I wond-a who is here!" Grace takes each step with a jump, her feet making small thumps against the carpet. She lands on the wood floor and runs for the door, reaching for the knob.

"Wait for mum, Gracie." You prompt. She pulls her hand back and bounces, trying to be as patient as possible. Moving your hand towards the door, you turn the knob, opening the big wooden entry.

"Hello! Wanna be my friend?" Grace asks the postman before he can even get a word past his lips.

"Hello, little one." The nice older man chuckles at Grace's request. "I would love to be your friend." He smiles widely and Grace mimics his expression.

"Wanna see my new room? It's pink!" Grace opens the door more, inviting the man inside.

"Oh! I wish I could come play, but I have packages to deliver. Just like this one." He holds the package up in his hands, showing Grace the white box. "It is addressed to Elizabeth and Grace Styles."

"Dat me!! Package for me!" Grace shakes her hips back and forth expressing her happiness in a happy dance.

"I see that it is from a Lorelei Williams." He looks down at the sender's address. "Traveled a long way, all the way from America." He smiles, holding the package out to you, giving you a clipboard so you can sign for the parcel.

"Dat my Sweet Cweature. She live far away. But I lob her." Grace says, reaching up towards the package that looks like it is filled with fun.

"She sounds like a nice lady." Taking the clipboard back from your hands, the postman tucks it in his satchel.

"Thank you so much!" You say, smiling as you release the package into Grace's arms.

"Enjoy your package, friend." The postman waves.

"Bye, friend!!" Grace hollers as she runs the package into the front room, her bare feet slapping against the wood flooring.

"Have a great day!" You smile and wave as the older gentleman makes his way towards his mail car, carrying on with his day. Closing the door you make your way into the family room, where Grace is grunting with all her might, trying to get the tape to release on the box. "Should we see if she is available before we open it?"

"FaceTime??" Grace's mouth opens wide with the excitement of seeing one of her favorite people in the world.

"Yes. It's about 9 in the morning at her house. I'm sure she is already at work. But we can try and see if she answers." Pulling your phone out of your pocket you search for your godmother's contact, pushing the video button, the 'boop boop boop' begins to ring. Plopping yourself in the couch you pat the cushion signaling to Grace she has a slot next to you.

Pulling herself up on the couch, Grace drags the package across her lap, huffing and puffing from the hard work.

"She gonna ans-a?" Grace says, biting her lip nervously in anticipation for the phone call and package.