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Bill Elliot On my first Valentine’s Day as a married woman, I had been waiting patiently all day for my gift, hoping for flowers, a card or something special. By the evening, I had given up hope of getting anything and I was very upset. We had to go to the corner store for something, and I was giving him the silent treatment. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said, because he should’ve known. “Oh, I know. You’re mad because I didn’t get you anything,” he said. So we stopped at the store, and he goes inside. A few minutes later he comes back out and hands me a rolled-up piece of paper. “What’s this?” I ask as I unroll it. “It’s your Valentine’s Day gift,” he says, smiling. And it’s a poster of Bill Elliot. “Uh, how much was this?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Oh, it was free,” he says. “They gave it to me.” Lisa Griffin | Morganton, Rutherford EMC
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