Kelly always said her parents were two of the hardest working people she ever knew. Unfortunately, there were six siblings so she had to fight for every scrap she got whether material possessions or love. Her absentee parents created a void in Kelly; as she grew so did the envy in her heart. Now married she still was not content. If another womans’ husband liked the theater, Kelly envied that. Another she envied because he bought his wife expensive jewelry, yet another for the lavish trips the husband provided. So she got what she wanted from other women’s husbands. Just enough that her husband wouldn’t get too upset and so that the other wives would never catch on (after all they were just friends).
Her husband Phil was a forgiving man; content with what he had without ambition or pretension. He loved Kelly but realized that she could never be happy with just his love. Something in her was broken; he just didn’t know how to fix it. He would buy her gifts but they never seemed to be good enough. He felt that if he could get just the right gift then she might be happy and not feel the envy he knew was hardening her heart.
As Kelly’s envy grew so did her claims upon other husbands. One day she became entangled with a man whose wife was not willing to give up without a fight. Kelly didn’t know what the woman did; oh, she knew that this wife dabbled in the “arts” somehow, but not being a creative person herself she just didn’t ‘get it’. She knew that this man loved his wife yet still had a craving for attention, a void like Kelly’s, waiting to be filled. She also knew that this man was willing to spend on her, and spend he did. Kelly got jewelry, trips and rides on his motorcycle. Eventually it took a toll on his relationship, his wife began to notice, protesting the so-called friendship.
Phil knew an important anniversary was coming up; he was determined to pick the perfect gift. If Kelly would love it, and him as well, it might be the gift that would keep her content and at home. While Kelly was gone Phil took that time to shop around; he haunted all the small shops and boutiques hoping to find that perfect piece for his wife. One day he wandered into a small shop that he hadn’t noticed before. Lots of colorful silks, jewelry and sculptures filled the store, creating a most magical aura.
As his eyes became accustomed to the candle-lit atmosphere he noticed a woman approaching, inquiring about his needs. He was hesitant at first, but after awhile poured out his heart along with his story. Phil felt that this woman could see into his heart, somehow knowing the importance of that gift. Together they looked over the items in the shop, many of them hand-crafted by this woman herself. Phil finally chose a teak statuette, carved by the owner herself, portraying a lady with a look of longing that reminded him so much of his beloved Kelly. The shopkeeper cheerfully rang up the sale and Phil took it home.
Phil never got to give his gift to Kelly. Despite his inquiries no one knew where she was, not even her “friend” who, oddly enough turned out to be the shop keepers husband. But unknowingly Phil did get his wish, Kelly never did leave home again. She stayed right on the oak mantle where Phil unknowingly put her on his return from the boutique.