“Wrapping olives.” “Uh. Why?” I reached into the plastic bag sitting on my chair and held up the item I’d bought on my lunch hour. “How do you think I should wrap these? I don’t have a box.” Devin’s bushy brows drew together. “You want to wrap men’s black socks?” I set down the scissors and folded the red-and-white candy-cane-striped wrapping paper around the can. “Well, I can’t send the olives looking festive and not the socks.”
