"Brother, I, I need to YOU something. You can't marry Edith." Lucille said softly as she stood in the doorway of his workshop.
“What do you mean? ” thomas asked as he gazed up at her. “It is all set.”
Thomas nodded; taking the one she picked along with his own and moved toward the shopkeeper to purchase them. It would fun to carve and decorate them. At least for a little while they could forget their troubles.
““Next you our daughter can get a pumpkin too.” she smiled softled.













