Chapter 5
On Saturday, Nelson arrives after breakfast. Neither of us wants to wait any longer to see each other again, so at eight-thirty on the dot, he rings the bell. He greets me with a shy smile and a soft kiss with cold lips on my cheek. Grampa joins us and welcomes Nelson with his usual loud enthusiasm.
Soon, we’re sitting at my desk and I give him the scissors, three paper templates for different sized leaves and a yard of green felt. “Go to work, slave,” I order him with a grin and a wink.
He lets out an amused huff, but he’s a very obedient slave. After a quick glance at the florist wire, green-colored tape, and a box of tiny white pom-poms laid out in front of me, he starts drawing leaves on the fabric. “What are we making today?”
“Mistletoe.”
His eyebrows disappear under hi
