At the post office, Lena wrote an address on a parcel and passed it across the counter.
The clerk read it twice. “You’ve written your own address in the recipient box.”
“That’s right. I’m sending it to myself.”
“Why not carry it home?”
“Because it’s a surprise.”
The clerk looked at the return address. It belonged to Lena’s sister.
“Whose surprise?” he asked.
“My sister’s,” Lena said. “She asked me to buy her a present, then said she already knew what I’d choose. I want her to watch me unwrap something else first.”