Left at the front door of the Wolfe residence, there was a cardboard box. Inside is another box wrapped neatly in birthday wrapping paper. This box is stuffed with styrofoam. Tucked carefully, and wrapped in bubble wrap, are two bottles. The first is a bottle of scotch and the second is a bottle of gin.
The accompanying note reads:
Nick, Happy Birthday. It has been a pleasure and an honor to watch you grow from a young boy into a young man. I could not be more proud of the person that you have become. I know we did our gift exchange at the family dinner, but I wanted to hold off until you were officially twenty-one.