The Gift of Grace

You're in a corner of the university library, having your final tutoring session when grace touches your hand. What's up, Buttercup? You're a million miles away. I have something for you, actually, a gift. An image of grace spread out on the table hijacks your brain. Damn, that would be a gift. She meets your eyes and for a moment you think you see something hot and hungry there. Then she blinks and it's gone. The box is about as big as a deck of cards and topped with a creamy bow. Holding it makes you feel like a happy five-year-old. It's too flat to be a book or a pen