Dan laughs. "I'll let my mama know she raised me right."
As if his mother is still part of his life and not one of those ghosts haunting the holidays. He's silent a moment, considering Miguel's suggestion. He compares his balsam plank to a sketch he made of his idea for the puzzle box, then redraws part of his sketch.
"Maybe. Bunny's not around often enough to mind if I bogart the armoire for an ofrenda. I just don't got much to put on it." No photos, no keepsakes. Just flowers and sugar and other offerings that Dan knows in his heart Ellie isn't actually receiving because she isn't still here, not really, not in any capacity. "Reckon I could make something right now for it, though."
He raises an eyebrow and watches Miguel, considering if he thinks that's what Miguel is doing right now with his carved turtles and other members of his wooden menagerie.
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As if his mother is still part of his life and not one of those ghosts haunting the holidays. He's silent a moment, considering Miguel's suggestion. He compares his balsam plank to a sketch he made of his idea for the puzzle box, then redraws part of his sketch.
"Maybe. Bunny's not around often enough to mind if I bogart the armoire for an ofrenda. I just don't got much to put on it." No photos, no keepsakes. Just flowers and sugar and other offerings that Dan knows in his heart Ellie isn't actually receiving because she isn't still here, not really, not in any capacity. "Reckon I could make something right now for it, though."
He raises an eyebrow and watches Miguel, considering if he thinks that's what Miguel is doing right now with his carved turtles and other members of his wooden menagerie.