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I Never Told You But
Groans and frustrated grimaces echoed in the family room as Simone wiped the glue off her hands but not before getting some on the ends of her hair. She yelped when her pulling resulted in hair unexpectedly plucked from her scalp. Rubbing the injured spot, she added, “Ouch,” then shoved the box of unassembled pieces angrily across the work area.
Trevor wandered over to access the issue. She spotted him and pointed at the hair stuck to the paper.
“I don’t know how anyone can work with these tiny pieces of plastic without getting glue on their hands, Trev. When you go for the next piece, it doesn’t attach to the model because it’s stuck to your fingers. There must be a hundred parts in here. If they don’t get glued in the right order, it’ll look like a Frankenstein mess, only smaller. “I thought I could do it.”
He patted her shoulder. “It takes practice. I never told you, but Boss used to build models all the time. He liked World War II aircraft, building everything he could find from all the fighting countries. Boss painted them and applied the proper decals so you could identify the country that used them. When he ran out of model planes, he started building ships from each navy with little flags to identify their country. We had planes and ships everywhere. Annie complained about dusting them, fearing she’d break something. Boss took over that chore. He’d…
