First Knight- March 2000

�How many of these do we have to make?� Michael asked, gluing on a gold ribbon hanger with difficulty.

�Well, our committee wanted to have at least a hundred to sell by Sunday,� Danielle replied, twisting little pearl strings into bows. �Mostly ornaments, since the pins keep falling off.�

He smiled and smothered one of the little paper angels in glue. �Do they mind that the workers are artistically impaired?�

She watched as he liberally sprinkled glitter on the angel. �It�s not that bad. Just remember, less is more.�

He glanced woefully at her stack of neat little angel ornaments, each with identical ribbon or pearl-string bows, rosettes in the center, and gold wire halos. She never used glitter, except sometimes a light dusting on the wings. �How do you keep it from clumping?�

Danielle glanced up from her current angel, spray-painted silver. �Oh, you�re using the hot glue gun?� She tried to control a smile, and failed. �It�s better to use the Elmer�s stuff- get a paintbrush, like this,� she said, demonstrating.

Michael paid more attention to her tapered fingers than what they were actually doing. �Right. I get it.�

She nodded encouragingly, and went back to her work. �Thanks for helping me out tonight. I know you had that project.�

�It�s not due �til Friday. Besides, I didn�t want you here, all alone.�

She grinned. �Oh, yes, all alone in a church. How dangerous.�

�That�s not what I meant, Dani. And you�ve been so busy lately, I wanted a chance to talk to you.�

She frowned, tying a ribbon bow tight. �I�m sorry. The yearbook�s eating up a lot of my time.�

�And Drew.�

�Yeah, Drew too. The two come together most of the time, since he and I are both working on it.�

�But you never call me when you�re not busy. I feel like I don�t know what�s going on,� Michael complained, feeling rather whiney.

Danielle smiled briefly. �There�s not much to tell. I eat, sleep, do homework, and work on my articles. Things�ll get easier after the deadline.� She looked at him. �It�s kinda funny, thinking this may be our last time to do this.�

�Nah, I�ll help you make angels next week, too, if you want.�

�No, I mean just sit and talk. This is our last Christmas together. Next fall we�ll be heading off to different colleges, and everything...� She looked down again, and sighed. �It�s hard to think about.�

�Then don�t. Let it come when it comes.�

Her eyes lit. �That�s usually my line.�

�Yeah, well, I�m borrowing it.� He smiled. �How�s Drew doing?�

She blushed slightly. �He�s fine... how come people ask me that all the time?�

�Because you�re glowing, Dani. It�s obvious. They just want to hear you say it.�

She giggled. �It�s sorta embarrassing.�

�Why? You�re the self-proclaimed romantic, remember? You always wanted to fall in love.�

�I�m not in love,� she objected. �We�ve been together almost two months. That�s not in love. It�ll take some time to decide how this is going to be.�

Michael kept silent, trying to tie a bow like hers. It wound up lopsided.

�It�s still a little new,� she confessed quietly. �I was on my own for so long, I thought it was impossible for any guy to like me.�

�You know that�s not true.�


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