7
At the sound of the doorbell, Connie walked towards the front door and Carson took off in search of Cammi. “Good afternoon, Dacque. Thank you for joining us today.”
“It is my pleasure, believe me.”
As Connie and Dacque strolled into the living room from the foyer, Carson and Cammi appeared from the opposite direction. “Here they are. Dacque, I would like you to meet our daughter, Cammi. Cammi, please say hello to Mr. LaRose.”
“Hello, Mr. LaRose,” Cammi said in a voice barely above a whisper as she centered her attention more on the package wrapped in red paper in the left hand of her visitor.
“Hello, Cammi. I am very pleased to meet you. Your mom mentioned the other day that you loved to read books, and when I came across one that I was sure you would like I just had to bring it her
