She put this package under the Christmas tree and then she left the house. She didn’t even notice that I took it out in the back yard until the next morning, when she stared outside and saw how I did get it open and I got the cover off it.
But I didn’t eat the book. She can still read it. She wants to. It’s Malcolm Gladwell’s new book, and that cute kid Sammy who was here over the weekend gave it to her for Christmas. He won’t mind. He liked me.