“The box?”
“The work.”
I nodded.
He showed me everything Danny had done.
The first crooked cuts.
The practice hinges.
The letters he burned again and again until they were readable.
“Did you do much for him?”
Mr. Alvarez shook his head.
“I ran the dangerous tools.”
“That’s it?”
“I showed him once. Sometimes twice.”
He picked up one of the failed carvings.
“Kid is stubborn.”
I smiled.
“That part runs in the family.”
Mr. Alvarez looked at me.
“He talked about you the whole time.”
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“What did he say?”
“Mostly complained.”
I laughed.
“Sounds right.”
“Said you study too much.”
“Also right.”
“Said you steal his fries.”
