Marie and Steve emerged from their rooms rested and refreshed, and we had lunch with Gran in the sunroom. After lunch, Charles and I took Steve to Sports Authority to find swim goggles and earplugs for him, and from there to Lenox Square, where we left him in the game room while we browsed and mostly window-shopped. I’d determined that Steve didn’t have a cell phone, so we stopped at one of the kiosks in the mall concourse. I purchased one for him and added his number to our plan so as to get the most bang for the buck. We retrieved Steve from the game room, and once we were back in Charles’ car, I handed him the bag containing the cell phone and said, “Merry Christmas. This is from both of us.”
He was overwhelmed and said, “I’ve wanted my own phone for ages, but Dad keeps saying that we
