ABSTRACT
Jordan’s family was celebrating his nineteenth birthday. With the barbeque finished, everyone gathered to watch him open his gifts. His mother had talked to him earlier that afternoon about being on his best behavior, especially when opening his grandmother’s gift. Jordan’s grandmother did not have the knack for choosing gifts that he liked. Her best gifts were the jar of jellybeans when he was eleven and the necktie last year, not that he ever wore the tie. At least he had one, if he had to wear one. It was the hand-knit scarves and hats in those weird colors and fuzzy yarns that he disliked.
