“Merry Christmas, Liam! I hope you have a wonderful day. I hereby donate all the riced potatoes that I’d have eaten to you and your plate. The carbs are gift enough, but knowing you, you’re still trying to live clean—bleugh—even on Christmas Day, you heathen. So, because you won’t accept them without a fight, here’s my real gift to you.
“Now, don’t laugh. I know it might seem crazy, but as long as you have this, you’ll always be able to find your way home. Take care of yourself for me, Liam.
“Yours,
“Gracie.”
