Jessica, becoming ever a more beautiful teen, should be too old for these baskets, but I guess she likes getting one, too. They’re very, very elaborate. Adrienne shops for weeks or months ahead of time, packing away trinkets, tiny toys, spongy yellow duck confections. Then, confetti and ribbons and cellophane. Frankly, it’s fancier than the VIP Fruit Basket at the Hilton.
Easter has come, arriving on the morrow, and Adrienne has made a vasty project again. Marvellous baskets for grandchildren Jessica, Dameon, and Rhiannon. What has happened to the naming of children in these times?