“Get out of here!” Henry scolds but his tone is pleasant. We turn to find Violet hovering over his shoulder like a nosy cat as he stoops to unload gifts under the tree. She inhales deeply. “Farm Girl Soap!” “I’m serious, I’ll put them all back.” “Violet! Help Gramps with the tea,” Gayle urges, waving her away with a shooing sound. “Yes, Gramma.”
