“What are you planning to get Megan for Christmas this year?” Graham whispered to his son-in-law.
“I have no idea,” replied Craig.
“Especially after last year. Getting her a puppy was a stroke of brilliance,” admitted Graham.
Craig looked over at his father-in-law between plays of the game on TV. “I’m open to suggestions.”
“Have you heard of these new chocolate diamonds? Commercials for the stuff are everywhere,” suggested Graham.
Craig hesitated. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. It sounds like a real scam. Chocolate diamonds? More like crappy diamonds wrapped in the package of clever marketing.”
Graham chuckled to himself. “You know,” he said, “it doesn’t matter what you think. It’s what Megan thinks that matters.”
“She’s not much into jewelry, anyway,” added Craig.
“That’s not what I remember about her growing up,” said Graham. “She used to love that romantic sort of thing.”
Craig curled his upper lip. “Nah. She’s not like that any more. She’s a lot more practical. I’ll figure something out. Thanks anyway.”
Graham watched Craig move to the kitchen, then turned to the hallway.
Megan stuck her head from around the corner. “How did it go?”
Graham sighed. “He’s not completely hopeless, but it’s close.”