Chapter Nine

Minnie was waiting for the clay to finish baking in the kiln before she began painting the last of the three figurines that Roger had broken.

Of the three, this was the only one she had done in clay. The other two were a mix of wires and fabric string. That was the thing about sculpting, anything was her medium. Because of the holidays, she’d turned her attention to celestial beings like angels and constellations, bringing them to life with anything that took her fancy.

All day, though, she’d been dying to ask Nicholas for permission to use his form in her work. A hunk of stone Sunny had sent over to her sat in the corner of the room with a note identifying it as some kind of quartz. The silver, red, orange, and gold swirled through the beautiful specimen, reminding her of Nicholas’ eyes.