“Oh, Mom, I love it! Thank you,” Sophie said, hugging her mother.
“Wasn’t sure you’d like it,” Violet said. “You seemed to be getting rather attached to my own coat.”
Sophie giggled and tried the new coat on over her PJs. “This one fits me much better,” she said.
“As should the dress,” Violet said. “My dress was too lose and too short on you.”
“I dunno about that, Violet. Sophie’s boyfriends seemed to like what she wore yesterday just fine,” Janice said, pulling on the knit tunic Violet made for her over her night gown “I love this! It’ll even fit when my baby bump gets bigger.”
“Don’t start that boyfriend stuff again,” Sophie warned, stuffing her feet into the new boots she got from her Aunt Laurie and Uncle Freddy.
“What do you know about this rich kid Sophie’s hanging with, Mom?” Kenny asked, as he opened drawer after drawer of his shiny, new tool chest which, as big as it is, he still couldn’t see how his mother had hidden it from him until Christmas day. “If he’s anything like the Romanoff boys…”