96. Socks

“You can never have too many socks, Millie.”

“What if they don’t all fit in your draw?” the chirpy little girl asked.

Luna’s face suddenly turned severe. “Then you must make room in another draw for them. Isn’t that right, dad?” she said, turning her head towards her father at the table, absorbed in his work for the Quibbler. He didn’t answer. Luna pulled a face and Millie giggled.

“Oh.”

“This is why your Christmas present is a jumbo pack of socks, kid.” Millie’s face fell. “Just joking! I haven’t brought your present yet!”

“Can we go for pizza now?”