Farhana’s birthday came in the middle of the week. Leondra only knew about it because the woman’s wife had shown up to drop something off. Farhana was busy and her wife didn’t even call out to let her know she was here, simply leaving the package there for when she noticed.
Leondra didn’t even know it was her wife until she gave out the description of who had stopped by.
Farhana waved it off. “I knew it was Michèle. My wife.”
Nodding, Leondra tried not to be too interested in the contents of the package. Farhana didn’t seem to be in any hurry to open it. “Does she come by often?”
“Only on my birthday. Guns too loud for her.”
“Well wishes,” came out of her mouth immediately. Not to wish someone so on their birthday was an insult. It had made for a very interesting school year, especially around those who didn’t mention when their birthday was, for whatever reason they held.
And much like some of them, Farhana waved it off, taking the box to the shop counter. There it was opened.