Two hours later, a charge posted to our joint credit card.

Twenty-three hundred dollars, at an electronics store.

Damon came home a little after that, carrying boxes stacked to his chin.

A tablet for his mother.

Noise-canceling headphones for his brother.

A gaming console for his nephew.

A designer watch for his father.

He set them on the dining table with the satisfied air of a man who had done something generous.