Crystal's POV:
My daughter couldn't seem to accept that fact that Rufus had suddenly left. She was so distraught that she even refused to eat her favorite cookie. She kept looking out the window in morose silence, her chin resting on her tented hands.
Since she had lost her memory, Beryl and Rufus had seldom been separated from each other. They were attached to the hip, no matter where Rufus went.
The worst part of this predicament was the fact that Rufus' date of return was uncertain. It was understandable that Beryl was upset.
I lovingly caressed my daughter's cheek and said, "Don't be sad. I'm sure Daddy will be back in a few days."
Beryl pursed her lips, her eyes filling with tears. "Daddy didn't even say goodbye to me."
"It's probably only because he was in such a hurry," I immediately reassured her. "He didn't have time to say goodbye."
Beryl lowered her head, looking none the less dejected. "I know that Daddy didn't do it on purpose. I don't blame him. I'm sad because I won't be able to see Daddy for so many days."
After a moment's thought, I retrieved a piece of wood the size of my palm and a small carving knife from my purse. Then I started to work.
As expected, Beryl's attention was drawn to what I was doing.
I had learned a bit of wood carving from Warren, back when he was making the walking stick for Leonard. Later, when I took over the border pack, I would make some carvings with my children in my spare time.
It would take a lot of time to carve out a human figure with fine details, so I settled for a rough outline of Rufus' face, taking care to make his expression more defined.
"Mommy!" Beryl exclaimed. "Did you carve Daddy's face?"
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