Fate was against them when Amy woke up early, too, but when Andre tried to get back to the lessons after breakfast, Thomas begged off.
“I need to make it up to Mom for yesterday,” he murmured while she was in her bedroom. “Do you mind if I help her roll her yarn?”
Andre shook his head. Though he kind of enjoyed helping Amy unravel her skeins before she started on a new knitting project, how could he mind if Thomas took his place? He needed her as much as she needed him.
Without his usual tasks to keep him busy, Andre worked on the yard instead. Thomas had briefly mentioned digging out the overgrown weeds obscuring the drive. It was worth braving the heat and sun to do the job if it meant getting more of Thomas’s smiles.
He stopped only to eat lunch. By three, he had four big black sack
