Luisa never liked his carving. It left shavings all over the carpet and she never could get all of them out. Even when she pulled the tiny, minute particles out of the carpet she could still sense they were there taunting her even as her Mario sat there happily singing while he painted the puppets.
“Aye Luisa, Maria Isabela will love this one! It will be the hit of her puppet show next week. See how it moves its legs? Just like a real horse this one!”
He was so proud of the work he produced and being able to help with his granddaughter’s puppet theatre made him so happy!
“Come Luisa, come sit with me while I work and tell me about your day!”
She knew he would only listen halfway. His heart and mind were in the carvings that took up so much of his time and energy…
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