Chad rose and stepped over to Gran Vanna’s bookshelf, where he pulled off two volumes he and Caroline could use as a portable desk. Noble looked at him curiously. When he was satisfied that they weren’t opening the books, he looked down at his paper to begin drawing. He said, “No drawing in books. You have a story?”
Chad raked his teeth over his lip to keep from laughing as he drew on his paper with the book underneath. “That’s right, Noble, no drawing in books. A smart man named Walt Disney once said that there is more treasure in books than in all the pirates’ loot on Treasure Island. He was talking about this book, Treasure Island, one of my favorite stories of all. It’s about ships and pirates and a good boy. Ask your daddy to read it to you someday.”
“Okay. My Daddy reads to me. You have a story, Aunt Care?” he asked, contentedly drawing a shape that was remarkably like his mother. His contour drawings amazed her.
Still watching him, she answered absently. “The book in my lap is a sad story called The Old Curiosity Shop. It’s about a sweet girl who lived with her grandfather in an interesting shop with unusual antiques in it. Antiques are old things people keep. But he had a bad habit that wrecked their lives and they had to leave their home. She became so sick looking after him that she went to heaven. The grandfather wouldn’t stop his bad habit, even though it was destroying their lives and even though he said he loved her...”
Caroline’s voice trailed off as it dawned on her what she was saying. She swallowed and looked at Chad, who put his hand over hers. His eyes were loaded with a startled apology for having selected that particular classic story from the shelf.
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