Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant that he had been separated from marsha for more two months. two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared let
And two very expensive long phone calls. when school had ended and she'd returned to wisconsin, and he to locust, pennsylvania. she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity, she would d
Ccasionally, but merely as amusement. she would faithfull.

But lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector,
Welling in his eyes. as he pictured marsha, her sworn overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. it was mo
An the mind could bear.

Visions of marsha's faithlessness him. daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was they wouldn't really understand how she really was. he, waldo, alone,
Rstood this. he had intuitively grasped every and cranny of her psyche. he had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there. (ahhh....)

The idea came to him on the thursday before the mummers' parade was scheduled to appear. he had just finished mowing and etching the edelsons lawn for a dollar fifty and had the mailbox
E if there was at least a word marsha. there was nothing more than a circular from the amalgamated aluminum company of america inquiring into his zoning needs. at least they cared enough to
E. it was a new company. you could go anywhere in the mail.

Then it struck him, he didn't have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? it was simple. he would ship himself parcel post special deli
The next day waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. he bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized box, just right for a person of his built. he judged
A minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes, some water, of course, snacks and it would probably be as good as going tourist.

By friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was packed and the post had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. he'd marked the package "fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, res
The foam rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and on marshas face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer, and then o
It to see her waldo finally there in person. she kiss him, then, maybe they could see a movie. if he'd only thought of this before. suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt hi
Barne up. he landed with a thud in a and then he was off.

bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about it though. after it was over he'd said t
E still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't her, he did feel an affection for her. and, after all, they were grown adults. oh, wh
Lly could waldo - but that seemed like years ago.

Sheila klein, her very, very best friend in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen.

"oh god, it's absolutely outside."

"i know what you mean, I feel all icky!" tightened her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table, licked her fingers
a face.

"i'm supposed to take salt pills," but she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing up." marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd seen
Elevision. "god, don't even talk that." she got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins. "want one? supposed to be bett
An steak." and attempted to her knees.

"i don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." she gave up and sat down, this time nearer the table that supported the telephone. "maybe will call." she said to sheil
Lance. nibbled on a cuticle.

"after last night, I thought maybe you'd be with him."

"i know what you mean, my god, he was like an octopus. all over the place." she gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is after a while, you get tired of
Ing with him, you know, and after all he didn't really do anything friday and saturday so I kind of it to him, you know what I mean." she started to scratch.

Sheila was giggling with her over her mouth. "i'll tell you, I feel the same way, and even after a while," here she bend forward in a whisper, wanted to," and now she was lau
loudly.

It was at this point that mr. jameison of the clarence darrow post office rang the door bell of the large colored stucco frame house. marsha bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the
Age in. he had his yellow and slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that marsha had gotten out of her mothers small beige pocketbook in the den.

"what do you think it is? " asked.

Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. she stared at the brown cardboard carton sat in the middle of the living room: "i don't know."

Inside the package waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the voices. sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the center of the carton. "why don't yo
K at the address and see who it is from? "

Waldo felt his beating. he could feel the vibrating footsteps. it would be soon.

Marsha walked around the and read the ink-scratched label. "god, it's from waldo."

"that schmuck!" sheila.

Waldo with expectation.

"you might as well open it," said sheila. both of them tried to the stable flap.

"ah," said marsha groaning. "he must have nailed it shut." they tagged at the again. "my god, you need a power drill to get this thing opened." they pulled aga
Quot;you can't get a grip!" they both stood still, breathing heavily. "why don't you get the scissors," said sheila. marsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a
Wing scissors. then she that her father kept a collection of tools in the basement. she ran downstairs and when she came back, she had a large metal cutter in her hand. "this is
Est I could find." she was out of breath. "here, you do it. I'm gonna die." she sank into a large couch and exhaled noisily. sheila tried to make a slit between the masking
And the end of the cardboard, but the blade was too big and there was not room. "g-damn this thing!" she said feeling very exaspe- rated. then, smiling "i got an idea.&quo
Uot;what? " said marsha. "just watch," said sheila her finger to her head.

Inside the package, waldo was transfixed with excitement that he hardly breathe. his skin felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. it would be soon.

Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the package. then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both hands, took a deep breath and the long blade th
The middle of the package, through the middle of the masking tape, through the card-board through the cushioning and right through the of waldo jeffers head, which split slightly and cau
Ittle rhythmic of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.