"Under the willow tree? Why couldn't you just bring it with you?"
"Well, she wanted it to be a surprise. Not much of a surprise if you see her from your window."
Bill smiled smugly at Girlie's remark in a way that said "I am the best brother-in-law ever."
Girlie hurried down the stairs and out the door, excited. She rarely got good presents, but she just knew that any present that could be conjured up by Bill Cipher had to be worth something. She turned when she left the building and headed towards the back. The willow tree stood, greeting her.
Girlie, being as near-sighted as she was and having left her glasses on the table, couldn't make out much more detail than a woman swinging softly on a swing that dangled from a branch.
Immediately, Girlie thought the worst.
God, Bill. You didn't actually buy me a person, did you? Because David is against having a slave. He helped Lincoln write the Emancipation Proclamation.
'Just stop blabbering, and go look.'
Girlie neared the willow tree, watching as the fuzzy image of the slowly focused.
Girlie broke into a run and flung herself into the arms of the woman. She hugged and refused to let go, in fear of losing her. She realized just how much she had loved the familiar feel of being in her embrace.
After a few minutes of locking the woman in a hug, Girlie slacked her grip, just enough to bring her gaze upwards. "I missed you, Mum."
Girlie told her mum to wait just a minute under the willow. Although one half of her wanted this all to herself, the stronger half wanted Prez, to see it, too. Their mum, who had died around Christmas years ago, had finally came back. It was a gift that only Bill could bring, and Girlie secretly promised herself to stop randomly threatening him... for the next two hours.
She ran in the building, and up the stairs. "Bill! Prez!"
Girlie could hear her sister quickly mutter, "Bill, what did you do?" in an accusing manner as Girlie bust in the room. She tackled Bill to the ground with her hug.
"Bill, what did you do?" Prez repeated, less accusing and more surprised at the fact Girlie was crying happily. Not to mention the fact she was actually hugging Bill, instead of her usual playful (and sometimes not so playful) punches and kicks.
"No! Don't tell her, Bill. She's gotta see it herself!" Girlie jumped up and grabbed her sister's hand. "Come on! Stop being slow!" She slid down the stair's railings and hit the bottom. She realized that her sister wasn't behind her. She was walking calmly down the stairs.
"Prez!" Girlie whined. "Hurry up!"
"What's the big deal? It's a present! Not like Bill got you a pool of Nutella." Prez thought a second. "He didn't, did he?"
"No. It's better!"
"Girlie. I still don't see why you want me to come so badly. It's your present."
"If you knew what the gift was, you wouldn't be saying that. You'd be racing down the stairs at twice the speed of light."
Prez rolled her eyes and slid down the banister, getting agitated by Girlie's more-immature-than-usual attitude.
Girlie immediately grabbed hold of her sister's hand and yanked her until she brought her pace up to a sprint that was satisfying enough for Girlie. They hurried out into the garden where the willow tree was. Their mum was in the distance, swinging on the swing again.
"Who is that?"
Girlie answered with a sly grin. "This'll blow your mind."
"Ugh. You are so annoying sometimes."
"I know. Just trust me on this!"
The two continued, and Prez, who had finally realized who was awaiting them. "Is that-"
"Yes," Girlie replied, tears threatening to reappear. "Mummy's back!"