CHAPTER EIGHT
Gabe glanced around his room one last time. He studied the sketches on the wall. The trees, the wildflowers, the clouds in the sky. He smiled at the picture he’d painted of Lindy. “It looks like you,” he said to the sweet face staring back at him, “especially your sassy grin.” He compared it to the drawing he’d done of their mother, copying the photograph they had from her high school graduation.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Lindy and Mom could be twins. They’re beautiful.” He studied the painting closer. “Too bad I don’t have time to finish the portraits. Maybe Lindy can. She’s good and getting better. I also wish I had time to add Grandma to the painting for Grandpa’s Christmas gift. I don’t. Maybe he can tape her photo beside the others.” He shrugged. “Up to him.”
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