Kimberly called Arthur and Grace to see if they would like to come over tonight for dinner. She talked with Grace and not Arthur.
"Hi, Mom," she said when Grace picked up the telephone.
"Hi, honey. I was thinking of calling you as well. You and Briana are welcome to come over for Christmas."
"I plan to show up. I wanted to know if you were open to come over to dinner tonight."
"We're still available. We don't have any plans to do anything, Kimberly. What time do you have in mind so I can tell your father?"
"How does five – thirty sound to you?"
"That could work. Is there anything that you wanted to tell us?"
"Of course there is, Mom, but it's better to show both of you instead of telling you. It's a Christmas gift."
"From anyone you know?"
"Your father and I will be over soon, and you can tell us all about it."
"Okay. What is Dad doing? I thought he was going to pick up the phone."
Not today he didn't. He is outside shoveling the snow that's been on our driveway."
"Oh. I haven't done that quite yet. I think I'll do that."
"Do you want to give me a little hint on what your Christmas gift is?"
"No, but all I can tell you that it's a strange one."
"You mean as in mysteries? I enjoy a good mystery."
"I know you do, Mom. Of course it's a mystery. I want to solve this one on my own."
"Have you told the police or any of your friends about it?"
"Nope. I only told Sarah, but that's about it. She's interested in helping me out on this one."
"Is it some sort of crime, Kimberly? I'd still go to the police about this one. It could be dangerous."
"I know, Mom, but it's not a murder and the police don't need to be involved on this one."
"It could be dangerous like I told you. You've been involved in solving mysteries almost your entire life. You're a private investigator and you do an excellent job."
"Thanks, Mom. Since I do this for a living, I don't have any clients on this mystery to work for them. This is just me. I wanted to share on what's the latest."
"Thanks, honey. Of course I'm interested in what you work on. So is your father."
When Grace said that, Kimberly heard the garage door close.
"Your father just walked in. I'll talk with him and we'll be on our way."
"Thanks, Mom. Sarah agrees with you that it sounds mysterious, which is true. I don't want Sarah and my other friends involved."
"So that means Sarah knows the entire story."
"Yes, she does. Sarah wants to share this with Elizabeth and Carolyn about this odd Christmas gift."
"Your father and I will see you shortly and you can show us your mysterious Christmas gift."
"Okay. Bye, Mom."
Arthur gave his wife a look when she put the telephone back in the cradle.
"Who was that just called us, Grace?" asked Arthur.
"I was just talking to Kimberly. She wants to see us tonight."
"What for? Is something wrong?"
"Do you have the story?"
"Just a little bit."
Grace repeated Kimberly's words from that conversation.
"It does sound just like a mystery for sure. What time does she expect us to come on over?"
Grace answered that question.
"So we have plenty of time. I'll hop into the shower now and then we can go."
"All right. Would you like to have a quick cup of coffee?"
"No, thanks. All I need right now is a shower. It's really cold out there."
"I know. She did say that she was going to shovel too. I'll stay right here to wait until you finish your shower."
"Thanks, Grace. I'll see you soon."
Grace had planned on bringing some hot chocolate over to Kimberly's. That's the only time they do have hot chocolate. It sure didn't take Arthur very long at all on taking his shower and get into some fresh clothes. Grace is a patient person.
"Are you ready, Arthur?"
"Yes, I am. Do you want me to do the driving or do you want to?"
"I can do it."
"And I can do it on the way back here."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
She watched him put on his jacket and zip it. She'd already done that while he was in the shower. They didn't say much at all while she drove over to Kimberly's.
It didn't take them very long to get over to their daughter's house.
"Would you mind telling me again on what Kimberly told you on the phone?"
So Grace did.
"Wow. Sounds interesting. Maybe we can help her out if she needs it."
"She sounds like she wants to do this on her own. I still think she should still go to the police station and tell them also."
"I hope she does, honey. It wouldn't hurt her to do it like you just told her."
"I hope she listens, Arthur. It still sounds dangerous to me like I told her."
When the car parked in the driveway, Kimberly was outside with the shovel. That's when she saw her mother and father.
"You look worried, Kimberly."
"Not worried. I just have a lot on my mind right now, especially that odd gift I found on my doorstep."
"Where is it so we can see for ourselves?" Arthur asked as she put the shovel down.
"I'll worry about the snow later. This is more interesting than shoveling snow."
The three of them walked into the open garage. She put the shovel back where it belonged.
"Your mother tells me that you didn't go to the police."
"It doesn't involve them."
She had the container of perfume that she's kept since she found it on the doorstep.
"Where's the mystery?"
"You're looking at it, Mom."
"Where?" Grace asked.
"Right here in front of me."
She was holding the container of orange perfume.
"That doesn't look like a strange gift, Kimberly. It's just a container of perfume."
"I didn't put it on my Christmas list. This has been surprising to me. I told Sarah over the phone earlier that I'm going to solve this on my own."