Chapter 46

He cradled Micah’s gift between his palms, squinting to see the image in the dark. His eyes were getting bad. He shuddered to think that soon his composition would be limited to daylight hours. But for this evening, he would not worry about writing. Not until later, at least. After supper he would read all of Micah’s letters again, and then pour his thoughts onto paper, to pick out the passages that would please Micah the most.