Delayed Delivery Stella bad been prepared for her husband's death. Since the doctor's pronouncement of terminal cancer, they had both faced the inevitable, striving to make the most of their remaining time together. Dave's financial affairs had always been in order. There were no new burdens in her widowed state. It was just the awful aloneness ... the lack of purpose to her days. They had been a childless couple by choice. Their lives had been so full and rich. They had been content with busy careers, and with each other. They had many friends. That was the operative word these days. It was bad enough losing the one person you loved with all your heart. But over the past few years, she and Dave repeatedly coped with the deaths of their friends and relations. They were all of an age--an age when human bodies began giving up. Dying. Face it--they were old! And now, approaching the first Christmas without Dave, Stella was all too aware she was on her own. With shaky fingers, she lowered the volume of her radio so that the Christmas music faded to a muted background. To her surprise, she saw that the mail had arrived. With the inevitable wince (退缩) of pain from her arthritis(关节炎), she bent to retrieve the white envelopes from the floor. She opened them while sitting on the piano bench. They were mostly Christmas cards, and her sad eyes smiled at the familiarity of the traditional scenes and at the loving messages inside. She arranged them among the others on the piano top. In her entire house, they were the only seasonal decoration. The holiday was less than a week away, but she just did not have the heart to put up a silly tree, or even set up the stable that Dave had built with his own hands. Suddenly eagulfed(吞没) by the loneliness of it all, Stella buried her face in her hands, and let the tears come. How would she possibly get through Christmas and the winter beyond it! The ring of the doorbell was so unexpected that Stella had to stifle(窒息) a small scream of surprise. Now who could possibly be calling on her7 She opened the wooden door and stared through the window of the storm door with consternation (惊愕). On her front porch, stood a strange young man, whose head was barely visible above the large carton in his arms. She peered beyond him to the driveway, but there was nothing about the small car to give clue as to his identity. Summoning courage, the elderly lady opened the door slightly and he stepped sideways to speak into the space. 'Mrs. Tbomhope?' She nodded. He continued, 'I have a package for you.' Curiosity drove caution from her mind. She pushed the door open, and he entered. Smiling, he placed his burden carefully on the floor and stood to retrieve an envelope that protruded from his pocket. As he handed it to her, a sound came from the box. Stella jumped. The man laughed in apology and bent to straighten up the cardboard flaps, holding them open in an invitation for her to peek inside. It was a dog! To be more exact, a yellow Labrador retriever puppy. As the young gentleman lifted its squirming(蠕动)body ap into his arms, he explained, 'This is for you, ma'am.' The young pup wiggled in happiness at being released from captivity and thrust ecstatic, wet kisses in the direction of the young man's face. 'We were supposed to deliver him on Christmas Eve,' he continued with some difficulty, as he strove to rescue his chin from the wet little tongue, 'but the staff at the kennels(狗窝) start their holidays tomorrow. Hope you don't mind an early present.' Shock had stolen Stella's ability to think clearly. Unable to form. coherent'sentences, she stammered, 'But ... I don't ... I mean ... who ... ?' The young fellow set the animal down on the doormat between them and then reached out a finger to tap the envelope she was still holding. 'There's a l