Maybe he thinks the devil’s still at his back.” I lower my binoculars to beam a wide smile at Eli. “Maybe she is.” “You like your present?” “I love it.” “Better than the tree?” “Yeah,” I reply, glancing through the binoculars once more. “Better than the tree.” “Then here,” Eli says, nudging my elbow. He passes me a small black bag. “You’ll need this.”
