A mysterious ending...

Janice sat there, clutching the opened gift. "It's a hairdryer," she said to Peter. "I got a hairdryer."

"Well that's not so bad. You're hair's always wet, isn't it?" Peter said.

Janice bit her lower lip. "I wanted my baby back," she said. "That baby was mine." She looked at the hairdryer, and then at the floor, and then at the crumpled up wrapping paper; they all seemed to be the same color, and she wondered, what, really, was the difference?