"Ma'am, these toys are perfect for children ages three to six. They're very engaging, and they can even help develop their minds."
Melody Monroe glanced at the one the clerk recommended.
It was a small, brightly colored musical drum.
An image suddenly flashed through her mind: Ian, holding this thing and playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" for her. 'I can't even picture it without cringing!'
'There's no way my dear Ian would play with such a childish toy!'
"I'll just get this one instead." Melody chose a set of building blocks depicting a police-and-robber chase scene.
After paying, Melody took out her phone to check the time. It was only ten-thirty.
'Should I buy Evan Fairchild a gift?'
'But it's not a special occasion. Wouldn't giving him a gift be a little strange?'
'Then again, I've already bought something for Ian, so I might as well get him something too, right?'
'What would be a good gift for him?'
