The Christmas Kite
“In only a week, she’d gathered bits and pieces of other people’s lives and now called it “home.” The Mannings surprised her with much of what she needed, and the church rummage sale filled in the rest. In Cheboygan, she bought bedding and bath linens, a few odds and ends, and that was it.
Footsteps sounded on the outside landing, and Nettie called out a greeting. Meara swung the door open wide, pleased to see the elderly woman who had become, in the past days, an important figure in her life.
Nettie, her plump cheeks glowing from her climb up the stairs, beamed at Meara. Her generous arms were burdened with a large cardboard box.
“My word, Nettie, what do you have there?” Meara reached out and lifted the cumbersome carton from her grasp.
“Another little treasure I found in the basement. Just look.”
Meara eased the carton onto the table and pulled open the lid.
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