Julian received word that his mother's present was delivered just the other day. As he picked up to the phone to dial her number, there was faint touch at the back of his mind, one of genuine approval.
Your present was exquisite, my son. Especially the last one. She struggled so as I devoured her.
"I'm glad you enjoyed them. Happy Mother's Day, Mother." Julian says.
Thank you, my darling.
The touch fades almost immediately after, but Julian smiles, adjusts his coat and heads to his next meeting.
He'll have to find a way to top himself next year.
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