Clutches of Fear
Mrs. George leaned in, her eyes brimming with excitement as she shared the news with him. His reaction was immediate. His head tilted upward, eyebrows arching in surprise, seeking confirmation from me. I met his gaze, my own face lighting up with enthusiasm, and nodded vigorously. The sheer joy of the moment surged through me, and I couldn't help but smile brightly.
"Great, congratulations," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine warmth. His words resonated with a sense of pride and appreciation. I could tell that he recognized the significance of this achievement to me.
"Thanks!" I replied, unable to contain my happiness. But his response was swift, dismissing my gratitude with a playful insistence.
"Thanks will not work. We want a party," he declared, his eyes twinkling mischievously. The idea of celebration added an extra layer of delight to the already blissful occasion.