back in order and wiping up the mess。
On the walk back to Greenhaven； David acted like nothing had happened。 He spurted into
his pinwheel and cried； “Oange！” from time to
time； but when my dad held open the front door； I could tell that David was tired。
Down in his room David placed the pinwheel on his bed and picked up the puzzle box。 “Why
don't you take a rest before you get started on it？”
my dad asked。
David shook his head。 “Naaow。”
“Okay； then。 Let me help you set it up。”
My father pulled a card table from beneath the bed； then swung the legs out and snapped
them into place。 After he had it shoved up against the
wall near the bed； he moved a chair close to it and said； “There you are。 All set up。”
David had the box open and was already sifting through the pieces。 “Aaaas a gou one；
Wobbad。”
“I'm glad you like it。 You think you might have it done by Wednesday？ I can e back and
glue it on the ceiling for you then if you'd like。”
David nodded； but he was already intent on the puzzle； carefully laying pieces on the table。
My father put his hand on his shoulder and said； “I'll
see you Wednesday then； okay？”
He nodded。
“Will you say good…bye to Julianna？”
“Baaawye；” he said； but he didn't look up from his box of pieces。
“See you later； Uncle David。” I tried to sound cheerful； but I didn't feel that way。
When we got back