In my stocking was a mechanical claw, placed there by Mark, so I could reach things from my lying-down position on the couch, which I remained in for most of the holiday. At the bottom of my stocking I found, wrapped in tissue paper, three miniature figures of Alice, the White Knight, and Humpty Dumpty. I thanked my dad without looking at him and placed them on the mantelpiece, where they remained, collecting dust, for years. My dad also gave me a short black dress. He said, awkwardly, as I held it up, “I thought . . . when you get better. It would look really sexy.” Everyone looked away.