huge blue ribbon tacked on to the side of the pedestal. âFirst place at the Georgia National Fair? Thatâs impressive.â
âYeah, well.â Abel felt embarrassed. âIâm generally not much for contests, but your grandma badgered me into it.â He fingered the satin ribbon gently. âI guess you think itâs kind of prideful keeping it tacked up like that, but nobody comes in here much but me. Itâs the first thing I ever won.â
âYou have every right to be proud of it, Abel. Itâs wonderful!â
He watched uncomfortably as she read the newspaper article heâd pinned up next to the ribbon. Heâd kept that, too, because it was the first time a Whitlock had ever made the front page of the Pine Valley Herald for anything that wasnât a felony. God had done some mighty things in Abelâs life, and this little corner reminded him of them. That was why heâd held on to the buck, even when people offered him crazy money for it. Whenever Abel looked at it, he felt a wave of gratitude and a fresh determination to use whatever talent he had to draw peopleâs attention to the beauty God had sprinkled all around them. He had no words to explain that to Emily, though, and he worried that sheâd think he was stuck on himself keeping all this out on display.
But that wasnât the only reason heâd just as soon she didnât look too hard at that article. The reporter had insisted on a photo of Abel standing next to the carving. Miss Sadie had hooted when she saw it. âThe next time somebody points a camera at you, sonny, smile! You look like somebody just poked you with a stick.â
âLook, Mama! Itâs our cow!â Abel felt a surge of relief as Phoebe called from across the room. âCome see!â
He followed as Emily walked over to the shelf her daughter was pointing to. When she saw what was on it, she glanced up at him and smiled. The animals of Goosefeather Farm marched along in miniature, one after the other. Beulah was there tossing her head, Glory had her neck and wings outstretched and Newman the tiny rooster had his feathers ruffled out. The rough shape of a goat was laid on its side next to the others, unfinished.
âI was making this set for your grandmotherâs birthday.â He picked up the incomplete carving, weighing it in his hand. âI havenât had the heart to work on it since...lately.â
Emily shook her head slowly. âOh, Abel. Itâs too bad. Grandma would have loved them.â
âCan I play with the little animals?â Phoebe asked hopefully.
âThey arenât toys,â Emily began, but Abel interrupted her smoothly.
âOf course you can, sweetheart. Here.â He gathered the carvings up and handed them to Phoebe. She plopped happily down on the floor and began to chatter to herself as she moved the animals around.
âIf Pheebs can play with that, can I play with this chess set?â Paul looked longingly at the intricately carved board and pieces that were set enticingly at his eye level.
âPaul just started learning how to play,â Emily explained with a nervous smile.
âSure. Help yourself. Your mom and I are going to have a cup of coffee, and I want to try some of this bread that smells so good.â
âWe wonât be long,â Emily repeated as he led the way over to a little table with a coffeemaker. The carafe was already half-full of inky liquid, and he took two of his mismatched mugs from the nearby cupboard and poured them each a cup.
âStay as long as you like. Youâre not bothering me,â he said, motioning for her to sit down on the bench that was pushed up against the log wall. He peeled up the foil that covered the plate and took a piece of the apple bread.
It tasted every bit as wonderful as it smelled. He closed his eyes and shook his head in appreciation as he chewed. âThis is good. Really, really
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