I was right. At the entrance was a coffee shop. I sat down and had a cup of coffee. I waited about another half hour. Finally, I saw Laura walking in my direction. I stood and met her at the door.
“I love shopping at Christmas,” she said. “This is the first time in several years that I had someone to shop for.”
We got into the car and drove around for a little while. I wanted to show Laura West Palm Beach. This was her first trip to Florida. I took her by all the mansions. I pointed out to her the various celebrities that live in them. Then we drove back to the house.
When we arrived, Dad was waiting. He informed us that he had made a reservation at eight o’clock at one of the most expensive restaurants in the area. We put our presents under the tree. Then we retired to our respective
