Wayne, Darla, Serenity, and Glory had all begun to tear into their presents with an exuberance that made Emma think of rabid beavers on the back of a logging truck. Paper was flying. Oohs and Ahhs bounced off the walls as they each began to get beyond the packaging to the goodies inside. It truly was a sight to behold. In Emma’s home, they had always taken turns opening their presents so that everyone could appreciate and see what the gift was. She had to admit there was something so freeing and childlike about the display of eagerness.
She looked back at Dair and shrugged. “When in Rome,” she muttered and began to tear into the packages before her. Emma couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, which seemed to get wider with every present she opened. Whoever had gone shopping
