He liked to do the work at a slow pace, by hand, to make sure the wood would be perfectly smooth without a single rough spot. XXX Cason interrupted Vince as he began to babble. I’ll see you Sunday for dinner. “Oh God!”
Cason stood back and watched. He tapped them, making them sway and pull on the chain through the ring in Vince’s guiche. Maybe his grandpa would know what was going on with his abilities. “Dork.”
“Guilty as charged. If he told his grandma he’d met someone, everyone in his family would know about Vince by the end of the day. He didn’t tell Vince that, though. He’d never asked his grandpa why he accepted Cason’s unique route to helping others, but he often wondered if his grandpa could see his center and was helping him find his path his own way.
