All for Love
’HELLO, poppet. How’s my girl?” Simon dropped his briefcase and swung four-year-old Ella up over his head. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, thank you. Now put me down,” she commanded. “And look at my scrapbook, Daddy. See what I’m making for Granny.”
Simon bent down to inspect Ella’s handiwork. “My, that’s nice and bright,” he said. “Well cut too. You’re pretty good with the scissors these days, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Ella with satisfaction.
A pile of old birthday and Christmas cards was spread on the floor around a big scrapbook with pictures pasted crookedly across the open page.
“Mommy said I could cut up all these old cards. Then Granny can look at it when she comes to tea. Don’t you like this Christmas tree?”
“Very nice,”
