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You Are the Glitter in the Dark [Musebox]
Sep. 5th, 2012 09:05 pmAs is typical for Howard whenever a big day's approaching, he doesn't sleep well that night. He tosses and turns and is dressed and ready for morning well before the sun rises. And from there, he spends the next few hours pacing the floor of the kitchen.
He's wearing his nice shirt today. He only owns a few, Christmas gifts from the Chestertons because he doesn't like them to spend any more money on him than they already do otherwise. He calls it his job interview shirt, or special occasion shirt, and he buttons it up twice because he misses a button on the first try.
To work off the nervous energy, he takes his bike for a spin around town. Ian and Barbara are still sleeping when he gets back and climbs in through the back window, having padlocked his bike to the nearest fire hydrant.
Finally he settles at the table with a cup of coffee and drums his fingers across the mug. Mail should arrive in the morning - hopefully with his diploma - and until then he's got the Mother's Day gift to occupy the hours when Barbara wakes. He has trouble lying directly to her, so he stole her a bracelet he could have conceivably bought with his wages from apprenticing at the car shop, if he didn't invariably spend all his money on cans of food to hoard.
The present sits in a box, wrapped with colorful newspaper, on the table.
He's wearing his nice shirt today. He only owns a few, Christmas gifts from the Chestertons because he doesn't like them to spend any more money on him than they already do otherwise. He calls it his job interview shirt, or special occasion shirt, and he buttons it up twice because he misses a button on the first try.
To work off the nervous energy, he takes his bike for a spin around town. Ian and Barbara are still sleeping when he gets back and climbs in through the back window, having padlocked his bike to the nearest fire hydrant.
Finally he settles at the table with a cup of coffee and drums his fingers across the mug. Mail should arrive in the morning - hopefully with his diploma - and until then he's got the Mother's Day gift to occupy the hours when Barbara wakes. He has trouble lying directly to her, so he stole her a bracelet he could have conceivably bought with his wages from apprenticing at the car shop, if he didn't invariably spend all his money on cans of food to hoard.
The present sits in a box, wrapped with colorful newspaper, on the table.
