“Not necessarily,” I replied. “What if the inside’s nicer?”
“Ah, but you need to like the outside first.”
We examined the jewellery box. Blushing pink roses sprung at us from a lacquered black background. Samuel opened the lid.
“Your mother would like the partitions,” I said. “Not sure about the chintzy exterior.”
Shoppers pushed, tugged and overwhelmed with chatter. Someone elbowed my side.
“Have you finally decided?” snapped the salesclerk. “Others are waiting.”
Samuel’s eyes met mine. We walked away empty-handed, contemplating the next birthday gift idea.