“How do you feel about model trains?”
“About what?”
He pointed down as a small train wove beneath the leaves of a massive poinsettia before trundling across a wooden bridge and ducking into a tree trunk.
“What’s a train doing here?”
“Did you also miss the buildings?”
Anne followed his finger as he pointed. DC was on display here, but hidden. Intricate copies of dozens of landmarks worked in wood were tucked here and there among the foliage, tiny windows brightly lit from within. A reproduction of the Capitol Building stood not five feet away and she hadn’t even noticed it among the incredible foliage.
“It’s no more than knee-high to a rose bush.”
The building’s great mass had been reduced down, but it was intricate and elegant in dark wood rather than its true white stone. She leane
