“Come inside out of the draft,” Nathaniel said, stepping back into the warm entry hall.

Daisy walked straight into the living room and unwrapped the terry cloth towel on the low cherry coffee table.

Inside the five-by-seven pine frame was a sheet of white construction paper covered in bright yellow crayon lines.

A tall crane with a black boom hook stood against a pale blue sky, lifting a small paper house toward two hand-drawn red stars.

“I drew your big yellow construction crane from the Project Four job lot,” Daisy said, holding the frame up with both hands.