Chapter 22
“Last stop for the day,” I announced. I indicated left into a small parking lot and reversed my car into the first free space I found.
After hefting out the multiple bags of Christmas presents, I led us along the footpath bordering the parking lot to a small place between a second-hand clothes store and a fruit shop.
“‘Gifts of Gold,’” Aiden said, reading the plaque beside the door. “‘Give More Than You Get.’ Is this a charity?”
“Yep. These”—I lifted up the bags I held—“are things that children from families-in-need requested for Christmas.”
Understanding reflected in his eyes as he glanced at the bags in his hands and then me. “So that’s how you’re proving me wrong.” I could see the internal cogs turning in his head. Money couldn’t buy happiness, but using it to help other
