MATEO
"Yes I will," Mateo says, as if saying it will make it so - and for a child, it really is that simple. "I read about a flower called butterfly weed. It's bright orange and it doesn't need much water, and it attracts butterflies. I'd like a beard full of butterflies." He grins. "If they were orange too, do you think I would look like a lion?" Not an old and grey one, obviously. "Mm, yes we will," he agrees, because naturally he doesn't think his father will die before he gets grey, and he very much wants to see it.
When things are finally clarified, the boy's expression lightens completely, and his laughter joins Remi's as he takes in the boat. "Oh no! E troppo grande!" he agrees. "I will make a picture and ask Pa about the skyport while you go hunting, then," he decides with a nod.
Everest coming to stay is exciting, and it isn't something he can hide, Mateo grinning from ear to ear and bobbing his head in a nod. "Yes, he said he would. I think he will like the trees!"
When things are finally clarified, the boy's expression lightens completely, and his laughter joins Remi's as he takes in the boat. "Oh no! E troppo grande!" he agrees. "I will make a picture and ask Pa about the skyport while you go hunting, then," he decides with a nod.
Everest coming to stay is exciting, and it isn't something he can hide, Mateo grinning from ear to ear and bobbing his head in a nod. "Yes, he said he would. I think he will like the trees!"
the earth has music for those who listen
