"Catherine, you have to think about this," Melanie said. "That's a lot of money for us, but it means very little to Sean's family. They can buy anything they want—no matter the price. It would be better to get them something with deep meaning."
"You know, I think that's true," she said, hiding a smile. "I guess I can just write them all poems or something like that."
She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the identical horrified expressions that flashed across her aunt and cousin's faces. Their foreheads wrinkled, and their mouths gaped open.
Madison recovered first and said, "Listen, Sean must give you some pocket money to use on clothes and stuff like that. Why don't you just use that money to buy the gifts?"
"It's not enough," Catherine said, unwilling to admit that Sean hadn't given her a single cent. "He knows I'm young and don't have much experience managing money—he'd never give me such a big sum."
