“This one is from me, for you and your fiancée.” Adam takes the package, without thanking his grandma, and rips it open. He stares at the contents until all of us are staring at him, too. Waiting. “Well?” Elizabeth demands. “What is it?” Adam holds up a vintage-y wall sign—one of the ones you buy on Etsy or at craft markets with swirly letters that spell out inspirational quotes. Only this particular sign says: Live, Laugh, Love Don’t be a dick
