Chapter Fourteen
Confusion. Loss. Guilt. Mel watched Daniel’s face as he sat on the couch in the keeping room, a cup of perfectly-crafted espresso cooling next to him. He was facing the direction of the coffee table where she was conducting origami-folding lesson with Jamie, but he wasn’t really paying attention.
“Then you fold this straight bottom all the way to the top and crease, fold it halfway back like this and crease. That makes a Z-shaped spring.” Mel tugged at the bottom of the spring. “Then fold out the legs like this, put it on the table and voila!” She pressed on the rear of the frog and it jumped right into Jamie’s face.
Jamie giggled, picked up the frog and, of course, made it jump at Mel.
The transformation had been amazing. Once the emotional catharsis out in the apiary
