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don’t weigh much,” Bonnie said. “This is heavier.”
    â€œWhat about coins?” Simon suggested. “Ten-kroner coins.”
    â€œNo, then we would have heard them clinking. And anyway, Erna’s a miser.”
    Bonnie was getting a bit impatient now too; it was exceptionally rare for someone to give her a present. Simon had finally managed to loosen the double knot. He threw the string down on the floor and sat for a minute with the tip of his tongue peeping out of the corner of his mouth.
    â€œShall we do a fanfare?” Bonnie questioned, laughing. “Then you can take off the lid.”
    She put her hands in front of her mouth to make a trumpet. Then she performed a long jubilant fanfare and finally Simon lifted the lid off the box. For a while, they just sat there and stared, Simon’s face reflecting his disappointment.
    â€œIt’s just newspaper,” he said, throwing the lid down onto the sofa.
    â€œThat means it’s something fragile,” Bonnie explained. “You have to unwrap it. Be careful.”
    Simon took out a small package. He quickly saw that there were several of them and his curiosity was piqued.
    â€œIt must be trinkets,” Bonnie guessed. “She has so many of them.”
    â€œTrinkets?”
    â€œDecorations. Little figurines and things like that.”
    He opened the package carefully, which wasn’t easy because he was so excited. But soon he was sitting there with a small bottle in his lap.
    â€œPerfume!” Bonnie exclaimed. “Just what I’ve always wanted but could never afford.”
    Simon admired the bottle. His mother was happy and that made him happy too. She took the bottle from him and took off the top, then held it under his nose.
    â€œOscar de la Renta,” she said. “Very expensive.”
    â€œWho’s Oscar?” Simon asked.
    â€œOscar is the man who makes the perfume.”
    â€œBut why is it so expensive?”
    â€œPerfume is made from flowers,” Bonnie explained. “And you need an awful lot of flowers just to make a small bottle. Can’t you just picture Oscar walking through his garden picking flowers and putting them in a big basket?”
    â€œDoes he pick them himself?”
    Bonnie had to laugh. “No, the perfume is made in a factory. Open another one; there are more.”
    She put the perfume down on the table, where the gold cap sparkled in the lamplight. Simon took out another package. He dropped the paper on the floor in front of the sofa; they could tidy it up later.
    â€œGucci,” Bonnie said enthusiastically. “We have to smell this one too.”
    She let Simon smell it first, and then she took the bottle from him and sniffed. The bottle was different, but it was also beautiful. She put it down next to the Oscar de la Renta. The third bottle was shaped like a woman’s body. The cap was where the head should have been, and they each sniffed it. The fourth was small and round like a bauble, about the size of a tennis ball, and then there was only one left. It was square, simple, and boring. Simon sat with it in his hand; he thought the other bottles were much nicer. But Bonnie clapped her hands with joy.
    â€œI don’t believe it!” she cried. “This is the best of them all, Chanel Number 5.”
    â€œAre there lots of flowers in that one?” Simon asked.
    â€œYes, loads and loads of flowers. You know, Simon, this is the world’s most famous perfume. All the film stars wear it.”
    Suddenly she hid her face in her hands and started to sob. Simon was horrified. He took the bottle from her and put it down beside the others. He didn’t know why she was crying—she’d been so happy a moment ago. She dried her tears and stroked his cheek.
    â€œI’m just so touched,” she said. “I would never have dreamed that I’d get all this from Erna.” She picked up each bottle and looked at them