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184 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1986
Mom fell against Dave, too upset to speak. He put his arms around her and stroked her hair as if she were a child, letting her tears soak his shirt.
Heather hovered near her father, obviously displeased by the attention he was giving Mom.
"Don't cry, Jean, don't cry," Dave whispered. "If I can't fix the easel, I'll get you another one."
"But we can't afford it," Mom sobbed. "We were counting on the sale of my paintings to get through the winter. Now they're ruined. How will we pay the mortgage? How will we heat the house?"