Hannah squeezed the present. ‘What is it?’
“Open it.” I glanced at Malcolm, my brother, and winked. He shook his head.
Hannah unwrapped the present and pulled out a red bra and thong. She smiled and checked the label. Damn! I thought. Hannah’s smile faded. “I’m not a size eight.”
I grabbed the present from Hannah. “Sorry, that’s not yours.” I passed it to Sharon, Malcolm’s wife. “Sorry for ruining the surprise, Malcolm.” I need to stop wrapping presents for Malcolm, I thought.
“I’m also not a size eight,” said Sharon.