On Michael's dresser is a little note:
"Please ficx my shel"
Under that was the shell that was found at low tide on Monday. Hannah discovered to her great sadness that it wasn't as strong as she thought, and a rectangular piece came out of it.
Complete faith that Dad could fix it was all that kept her from weeping bitterly.
This morning, on top of the note, is the shell which Michael had glued together again. Faith rewarded.
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