Magpie Tale #4 ( A second story)

                               
I handed my mother the present.
My Aunt Sally laughed as she looked at the little carving that my mother had unwrapped.
"What is that nasty looking thing?" my aunt asked.
"It's a boar," I said proudly,just having learned this myself.
My mother ignored her sister and held the little carved animal up to the light as if she were examining a diamond.
"It's beautiful, Mazie," she said pulling me close enough to her that I got lost in her perfume. "Where ever did you get it?"
"I raked Mr. Booth's whole yard for it. He said he always saw me oogling it everytime I came over to help him with the garden,and since he wasn't getting any younger, he might as well find a good home for it. That's when he told me it was a boar from Africa. He said it's made of healing stone.He said he didn't need it anymore and did I know anyone who could?
"I told him, I did."
She smiled that smile that she always smiled when she could hardly hold back tears.
"I love it Mazie, I just love it."
She put it on the window sill that faced the street and frequently went over to it and commented on how pretty it was and how much she like looking at it.

But I knew, I always knew, it was him she was looking for...looking for him to come back,
and my father never did.


****This was my second story using this prompt.
I hope you can take the time to read the first.***