Chapter 13Jamie looked fondly at Andy Meiden as the boy rested his head on Jamie’s shoulder, his tousled brown hair partially hiding his freckled cheeks. They’d been painting for several hours and Jamie needed a break, even if the boy didn’t.
“What color do you want the sky?” he asked, indicating the picture coming together across the large sheet of construction paper on the table. Andy tilted his head, studying their work. Jamie’s heart warmed with his enthusiasm. He’d been teaching Andy how to paint the scene outside the kitchen window, trees under a layer of snow, the brief sunlight shining on their limbs.
Andy caught his pink tongue between his teeth, then let out a delighted chirp. “Yellow! I want it to be all bright.”
“Yellow it is.” Jamie pulled their makeshift paper plate palett
