Grandmother turned back to the courier, who had just turned to leave the room. "What's the name of the gift giver?"
The courier shook his head. "I don't know, ma'am. All I remember is that he had almost white hair, was probably around fifty years old, and was wearing a suit. From the car's back seat, I could see the silhouette of a man looking down."
Grandmother looked at her son and daughter-in-law, then back at the courier. "Are you sure that this gift was meant for me?"
"Of course, he said it was to be received by Mrs. Victoria Huxley, and if asked who gave it, I was only asked to say it was from someone known to the Huxley family."
"Oh," Grandmother replied flatly.
"Is there anything else I can do, ma'am? If not, I'll excuse myself, as I must return to work," said the courier.
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