n one of those shops, a boy named Alessandro is watching his grandfather work. It is a warm and happy place, but Alessandro isn’t smiling today. “Why so quiet, Alessandro?” Grandfather asks. “On your visit last summer, you were full of questions.” Alessandro shrugs. His heart is still full of questions, but today they’re not about clay shepherds. He is even a little afraid to ask them. Grandfather peers at him over his glasses. “Hmmm. I think I see a boy who would like to help his old Papa,” he teases. “It’s almost December, and there’s certainly a lot to do.” 7 I
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