When I saw Phoebe walking alongside Alice and my brother, I squealed as I hurried to see her. After we hugged, she looked at the shopping bag in my hand with a huge grin on her face. “Want to show me what you’ve got there?” “Everything Grandma sent is amazing, Phoebe. You aren’t going to believe it.” One by one, I took everything out and showed her. I could tell by the look on her face that she loved it all as much as I did. “I’m so happy for you,” Phoebe said as she glanced at my mother, who was off to the side, talking to Alice and Justin. She leaned in and whispered, “So it’s going all right? With you and your mother?” I gently squeezed Phoebe’s arm. “It’s great. I think she’s having as much fun as I am with the notes and the gifts.” “So where are you off to now?” she asked as she helped me put everything back into the bag. “We don’t have any more plans for today. Tomorrow we’ll go to Montmartre and get our portrait painted by a friend of Grandma’s named Frederic.”
