His eyes widened at the little bits of origami of his hanging like a canopy from the ceiling over the bed and I didn’t say anything. I was waiting for him to say something first.
“You kept all of them?”
“Of course I did.”
“They mean this much to you?”
“Of course they do.”
I went to the bed and dropped onto the corner. Blue came over and dropped down beside me, staring up at the dangling bits of folded paper almost awestruck.
“I love them,” I confessed, hugging my knees, “I love all of them. They’re beautiful and the highlight of my day.”