“Isn’t it a riot?” Bast grinned, pleased that her mother appreciated the fun in the snow globe. “Did you see how the a claw holds the base? Isn’t that the best part? It looks so neat on my mantle. But that’s just one of the things he gave me.”
She pulled out the second snow globe, the one that meant even more because of what it represented to her. In that little Disney character, full of destructive impulses, Bast not only saw herself, but her relationship with her brother. He’d chosen it for her, because he understood her. And it was from a movie that meant a great deal to her personally because of the theme of family.
“It’s Stitch, from Lilo and Stitch.” This time her voice was soft, and the grin gentled to a warm smile. It was obvious by her expression how dearly she held this particular gift. Not that any of Nubie’s presents went unappreciated. They were all tangible little bits of love, and for all her wayward ways, Bast knew where each and every one of them that he’d ever given her was located in her home.
Except for one.
“There was on other thing that he gave me but I can’t show it to you.” She rolled her eyes then gave Isis a look. “He put a mouse in my bed, Mama. A live one. You will yell at him for that, won’t you? It pooped. It left little mouse droppings on my raw silk sheets.”