Epilogue
One year later
Me and Nelson, cutting fabric and sewing, racing to finish as much stuff as we can for tomorrow’s market, the last for the season. Mariah Carey singing about Christmas on the stereo. Steaming cups of coffee keeping our spirits up.
From the outside, everything looks like it did last year. But it’s completely different.
I’m not just saying that because Grampa’s no-singing-unless-it’s-Christmas-Day rule is being completely ignored and both of us are wailing along with Mariah, even though Grampa swears he heard a dog howling in terror when his owner walked him past our house. It’s not even because Nelson is in tentative contact with his sister now.
No, it’s because Nelson’s chair is so close to mine, we bump into each other constantly, and when that happens, we sne
