Step 6 Materials: soldering iron or torch, solder, safety glasses, flux, Q-tip, hot mat, helping hands, hemostats, wet sponge, charms, jump rings, and other finding you want people. If you are doing a decoration you can use a regular solder or lead free. It depends on your preference.
flux cleans the copper foil of oils and dirt so the solder will stick. Do this first before you consider turning on you soldering tool. Now all solder has different melting points. It should tell you the melting point on yours when you buy it, if not just look it up. Personally, I have an adjustable soldering tool (which I highly suggest) so when I was first soldering i just turned the temp up and down until i got a temp I was happy with. You want to make sure you work over a space that can handle the temperatures the solder reaches. I bought a baking mat that was heat resistant. It's a great size for what I do. You might need a bigger work space. So you have all your materials and you fluxed the copper on the side facing up. Now it's time to turn on your soldering tool. *Be very careful to sit close to the desk so no solder accidentally falls in your lap. Just sayin': been there. Burnt my leg.* Press your tip, if you have a tool like mine, against the solder so it will melt to the tip as soon as it's hot enough. It is important to keep the tip well covered or it will oxidize and the solder will stop sticking and you have to change tips. *I have gone through many tips on my lead free soldering iron, but not on my 60/40 soldering iron for sun catchers. I think it is the melt used in the solder. So just a warning to you that they are harder to maintain.* You can apply the solder in two ways. One, hold the solder in one hand and the iron in another as you move around the piece. I am not this skilled, but maybe you are. Two, put small bits of solder on you piece first to melt or pick up globs of solder to take over to your piece with your iron and spread it out. Do these as quickly and as smoothly as you can. I usually try to hold the piece I am working on down with a hemostat. Once you finish one side, do the other and the around the outside edge. *If you are soldering pieces together make sure to put small globs at all the corners and sides where two pieces of glass meet. This will make it easier when you go back and smooth them out because it will be partially held together.* Periodically clean off the flux on the wet sponge and cover the tip with solder. After you have covered your piece, double check. I can't count how many times I didn't check, added all my extras, and turned my iron off only to discover i missed a small spot or a spot came out rough. You can go back over and try to smooth parts out, but DO NOT do this too much because it burns the sticky part of the copper foil. After you can add jump rings, copper wire, charms, etc. Just flux the area on the piece you are trying to add on where it will be attached with solder, hold it in place with a tool such as a hemostat or helping hands and apply the solder. When all is said and done, turn off your soldering tool and clean off your new piece thoroughly with glass cleaner. The hard parts are now over and it's time for the final touch: polishing.
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Step 5 Materials: Copper foil on a roll or sheets, a hard tool for pressing, and scissors
So first you need to make sure your glass is clean and dry. You can use water or glass cleaner. After that you need to select which copper foil to use. Some people use copper sheets and cut them to what they want. I have never tried it. I use different widths of copper foil that comes on a roll. Sometimes that also isn't thin enough for some of my designs, so I half to trim the edges. *Basically you want to select a copper foil that is wide enough to fold over both side of you glass around the edges, but not so much so that it take away from the design, especially on smaller pieces.
foil in the right spot, it will weaken the sticky part of the foil. Just do the best you can.* Firmly press with your fingers or on a table as you move around the piece. Once that is done, THEN you can press the sides down around the glass in the front and back of the piece.
After finger pressing, take your hard edge tool (mine is the long red plastic tool in the first picture) and press the sticker around the glass until every spot is firmly secured. This will save you in the next stage: soldering. Step 4 Materials: diamond bits, grinder or rotary tool, sponge, safety glasses, safety gloves, face mask
tool and the diamond bits are cheaper than a big grinder. That being said, if you plan on making sun catchers, then you are better off with the big grinder because your pieces will be larger and the bits are larger. when you grind with a glass grinder you place the piece of glass flat as you grind off the edges, making the edges easier to fit together. Using a rotary tool, you are carving by hand and the edges will typically end up more rounded and bumpy. Most of the time you will need to grind your piece unless you get very good at the previous stage of cutting and you are only doing straight lines (but that wouldn't be very exciting). Grinding glass is dangerous because you can inhale the glass dust, get glass in your eye, or cut yourself, so please wear all the safety equipment. However, i consider this the most important stage; not my favorite, but the most important because this will really determine the final outcome of your piece. The grinder is your tool and your medium is the glass almost like a sculpture with their chisel and slab of marble so take your time to get it right. It helps if you can still see the sharpie marks on the glass. To grind the glass with a grinder: fill the bottom with water and put in the sponge as the directions tell you. When you turn it on, place the piece of glass down flat and push it up to the side of the diamond bit. Don't push too hard because it wears off the diamond coating on the bit faster. *If the bit turns white then the sponge is not touching the bit like it is supposed to to take the glass dust off.
your glass. It is best to move the glass against the bit and not move the bit around the glass because your hand can slip easily and scratch the front of your piece. I have done this so many times and it is so frustrating because you have to start over because the scratch won't come out.
****Also be very careful and mindful that you are working with electricity and water so don't stick the body of the rotary tool under water and try to keep your hands as dry as possible if you don't wear gloves. Once you have achieved a result you are pleased with, make sure to clean up your work area and clean all the dust off your glass with water or glass cleaner in preparation for the next step: copper foiling. Step 3 Materials: glass cutters, glass breaker, glass cutter oil, working gloves, and protective glasses So now that we have our design traced on our glass, the next step is to cut it out. *This stage is very important in determining how much time you will spend in the next stage.* I have come across three different glass cutting tools:
I prefer the pistol glass cutter because it is the easiest to use and hold. So you take your glass cutter and you want to cut out your shape along or as close to the lines you have drawn as possible. This will be harder with curved edges. *You have to be very careful because if your curves are too deep and you attempt to break the glass, you may break through your design and have to start over, You are better off only curving in a little and make up for the rest you couldn't get in the next stage.*
**Take note: stained glass thickness can vary and this will play a significant role in the glass breaking process. I have had glass that is pretty thick compared to the average (typically it's opaque glass) and they do not break very well. In this case you will want to leave extra room around your piece if there are curves in it because the glass is more unpredictable when breaking and it will more than likely break your design and you will have to start over. If you feel you are having trouble breaking the piece, then just leave the excess on and you can take care or it in the next stage.** Once all your pieces are cut, we can move on to stage four: grinding the glass.
Also here is a link to a Youtube video that shows how to use the circle glass cutter. It really is a great tool There are a lot of steps to making stained glass pieces and it is pretty pricey to get started. Here I will go through the steps to making a stained piece, tips i've learned, and tools you will need and don't need. Step 1 Materials: Paper, pencil/pen, and scissors So to begin you need a design to work with. It can be something as simple as a rectangle or heart or it can be a sun catcher that has many pieces. Choose whatever you are into at whatever level you are at. In this case I am going to use little heart charms that I make and sell in my shop. You need a physical template to work from so whatever design you choose you either need to draw it out or find it online (that isn't copyrighted) and print it out. I do a mixture of both depending on what design I want. In this case I printed my out and then cut it out so i can do the next step, which is trace it onto my glass.t. Step 2 Materials: Glass in your desired colors and a sharpie
One thing I am very passionate about are the animals. I love animals of all kinds, even snakes...I just don't want to personally meet one. Well this love has lead me to want to put some of my creations toward benefiting an animal charity I choose from a site called Make a Charity Choice. It has a huge list of charities and I love going through them. Every piece in my shop that qualifies for an animal donation are pieces that are of animals. I have a bunch of different ones and I'm always looking for new ideas to try. I especially love getting suggestions or custom orders from fellow animal lovers for a new piece. The horse pendant featured here is based off a custom order I did for a coworker for Christmas who gave it to some girls who love horses. For each animal piece sold, I donate 20% of the listed retail price to charity. So let's say the item is $24.99, then $5 goes to an animal charity. You can choose the charity from the Make a Charity Choice website (has to benefit animals of course) or I will select one and send you a receipt with the charities name and donation amount in your package. It's a win-win! I really do love animals and would have gotten into a field working with them, but the problem would be that I would get so attached to them and I would be miserable when they died. I am best off sticking to donations and my own pets. I hope you consider my pieces when you are looking around for something special.
I really enjoyed making these for my coworker and I am very proud of them. I'm considering making some similar ones for my Etsy shop.
I enjoy making custom orders, so if you like my designs and have a specific request on color, shape, animal, etc. I would be happy to talk to you. You can contact me here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheKimberlyAnnStudio?ref=hdr_shop_menu. Screeching to a stop in front of his house, Nic had barely taken the keys out of the ignition before he was out of the car and running toward his house. Someone caught him by the arm, but he didn’t care to look back to see who it was because the sight of his childhood home going up in smoke filled his vision. Flames licked the exterior of the house through the broken windows, spitting black smoke out into the night air.
Suddenly, with a sickening crack, the roof caved in. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he worried if anyone was inside. Nic combed the yard with his eyes for his family and his whole body nearly collapsed with joy when he found his parents standing with Blitzen on the other side of the yard. He didn’t remember moving, but the next thing he knew he was in his mom’s arms. Everyone made it out, he thought relieved, but then his whole body stiffened. The presents were still inside. There’s no way they survived. “Do we know how the fire started?” Nic asked miserably, pulling out of his mother’s embrace. “They told us it was a chemical fire,” his dad said. “They think it started in the basement.” He hadn’t been working with any chemicals. Had he? The spray paint can, he suddenly remembered. “It’s my fault,” he told them. “I stuck a spray paint can down on the space heater in the basement.” “It was an accident, sweetie,” his mom tried to comfort him. “Everyone got out safely.” “Yeah, but the Christmas presents are still in there. I ruined Christmas.” “Oh, buck up, son,” his dad told him, taking a step forward. “Have a little faith.” Nic only nodded, looking at the house as the firefighters extinguished the last of the flames. All that remained was the depressing semi-structure of his home. The image would forever be scarred in his mind. A police officer came over to them and looked at everyone. “Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” he asked. “Yeah, we’ve got a room waiting for us at a hotel,” his mom answered. “Are we allowed to go in and see if anything survived the fire?” “Not tonight, ma’am,” the officer responded. “It’s too dangerous with the chemicals and debris.” “Hey, Rick! You better come see this,” another cop called from the porch. “Bring the family, too.” Rick rolled his eyes, but grabbed some gloves and masks for them before leading them inside. It was dark and the air was thick with smoke. They followed Rick’s flashlight into the basement, careful not to fall on the weak stairs. More people holding flashlights were in the basement, some shining their lights along the walls that were bare, but others pointed their lights toward large lumpy objects in the middle of the room. When they got closer, Nic recognized the tables he had been using to make the gifts. They now laid broken and tarnished, but looking underneath he found they had protected the Christmas gifts from the fire. Nic blinked. He hadn’t put any of the gifts there. “Praise the Lord,” his mom whispered. “All the gifts are here.” Everyone nodded their agreement, to dumbstruck to speak. Only by an act of God could this have been possible. "They just disappeared," Nic insisted to Aimee as they walked along the path in the park early Christmas morning. A fresh coating of snow, which had come secretly in the night, sat atop the old snow on the sidewalks. It was up to about two feet now. Passing the houses that lined the street, Aimee noticed the children who were already outside playing with their new toys. Others were busy making snowmen and snow angels. She was even witness to a heated snowball fight. All of it reminded Aimee of when she was a little kid. Once, she and Nic made an igloo that they practically lived in all winter until one morning they met there to find it had collapsed in the night from the rising temperatures. Aimee shook her head. "I wish I could have been there to see it." "Maybe next year you can be," he replied. They found a bench and brushed it off before taking a seat. "Do you get a gift?" she wondered. "Sure. I get the gift of being Santa Claus," he answered, looking at her. "I help people believe in miracles." She looked into his hazel eyes as he inched forward until his lips touched hers in a warm kiss. It was filled with a tenderness she could never have dreamed existed. A chill shot up her spine and she shivered, wishing to remain there forever. Finally, he gently pulled away and searched her eyes for a reaction. A giddy smile broke out on her face. “Aimee, I’ve liked you ever since the fourth grade when you accidentally killed the class goldfish and gave the poor thing a memorial service.” The memory flashed through her brain. She remembered looking up from the tiny grave and seeing Nic place a daisy on the head stone. He was the only one that attended. “I’ve liked you for I don’t know how long. When I had to move it was the most painful experience of my life.” “Then why didn’t you call?” Nic laughed, taking her gloved hand in his. “I really wanted to, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same,” she answered truthfully. “After awhile anytime I had the urge to pick up the phone, I wondered if you would remember me after all the time.” He touched her cheek. “I wish you did call. There were times I thought maybe you had forgotten about me.” She laughed. “Well aren’t we sad?” “Not anymore,” he whispered, as he gazed at her. “Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’m sure my mom made some delicious goodies.” “Sounds great.” When Aimee turned away, Nic seized the opportunity to get her with the snowball he had been saving. "Watch it, Santa," Aimee warned him. "You do remember who won all those snowball fights when we were younger?" "Yeah, but you won't win this time," he told her, before snatching some more snow and chased her back to the hotel; passing the kids and a few other couples along the way. Nic stood outside spraying the wooden toy car a vibrant blue. He had gone to the store earlier that day to by the paint he now regretted because it had a particularly strong odor. With one whiff he felt ten of his brain cells die, so he ended up holding his nose while he worked which only made him work slower.
He had finally finished when the phone rang. “Hello?” he answered without checking the ID, while he circled the car to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. “Hey, it’s Aimee,” she said and Nic stopped. “Are you busy tonight?” “Well, I have some toys I needed to finish.” “Can’t you do those later?” she asked. “We still have three days ‘till Christmas.” “What did you have in mind?” “Tonight’s the Christmas play at church, remember? We went every year when we were kids,” she said. “Besides I really don’t want go alone.” Nic sighed melodramatically, like this was the biggest sacrifice ever. “Only if you promise to help me finish the toys.” “Oh, I guess I could survive a few toys,” she played along. “When does it start?” He asked looking at his watch. “Seven.” “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he told her before they clicked off. Nic quickly dragged the freshly painted car in the house, before he rushed upstairs to clean up. When he pulled into the church parking lot twenty minutes later, he found Aimee by the front doors. Even in a fur lined blue coat and a fluffy white scarf she was bouncing up and down in an attempt to keep warm. “Sorry I kept you waiting,” he said when he reached her. Instinctively, he put his arm around her shoulders to share some of his warmth. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “I haven’t been waiting that long.” Inside, they were lucky to find a couple of seats near the front. The place was filing up fast. A din of everyone talking seemed to challenge the pre-show Christmas music that played over the speakers. “How’s the toy making coming along,” she asked. “Are you almost done?” “I have a few left, but I should be done by Christmas,” he replied. “You know, I never really thought I would finish.” “Why would you think that? You’re just as capable as the other Santas.” “I know. It’s just a lot of work.” “Do you do anything else besides making the toys?” she wondered. “How do you know which kid gets which gift?” “I don’t.” Nic shrugged. “All I do is make them. God’s the one who delivers the presents to all the right kids around the world.” “Wait, but you haven’t made enough gifts for all the kids in the world,” she pointed out. “No,” he agreed, “but it works like when Jesus fed the five thousand. I’m just the boy who shared all he had and it was enough. “Besides, not all the gifts are material,” he added. “God provides the gift a person needs most. It could be something like food or shelter, but it could also be a renewed relationship. Not all children need things like that so they receive the gifts.” “But what about kids in Africa and stuff who don’t celebrate Christmas?” “God works in miraculous ways. The gift may come indirectly,” he responded. “So if everyone receives a gift, then I’m going to guess no one receives coal.” Aimee smiled. “That would be so mean,” Nic gasped with mock-horror. “Christmas is about Jesus and the exchanging of gifts is supposed to remind us of His great gift to us.” “I know,” Aimee agreed. “Somehow over the years everything got all twisted around. We really shouldn’t be getting gifts at all. It’s not our birthday.” “I don’t understand what people, who don’t know Christ, think this holiday’s about. What’s the purpose in their eyes? If you think about it, it doesn’t really make sense,” Nic said. “Exactly,” Aimee nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, thinking, before Aimee said, “I just realized, this kind of makes your mom Mrs. Claus.” Nic smiled at that as the lights dimmed for the show to begin and the first scene of “The Nativity story” commenced. A spotlight illuminated a young woman, Mary, and a young man, Joseph, being wed by her parents. The story continued to unravel, until they finally reached the part where baby Jesus was laying in that humble manger. Around Him were little children dressed in animal costumes with their shepherd, as well as the three wise men that traveled a great distance to just to see Him, the Messiah. More children came down the aisles holding candles and singing the beautiful hymn “Silent Night.” A tear sprang to Aimee’s eye. She blinked it away before it could spill over onto her cheek. It had been too long since she had seen the beautiful story. Afterwards, Aimee headed toward the stage to find Mrs. Taylor, the director, who put the show on every year. “You did a wonderful job,” she told her. “Why, thank you, dear.” Mrs. Taylor smiled, leaning over to catch Aimee in a hug. “It was a lot of work, let me tell you.” “Isn’t it always?” Aimee grinned, rolling her eyes. “Hi, Nic,” Mrs. Taylor said, giving him a hug, too. “Actually, it was harder this year because a couple of weeks ago I had to change the lead rolls because the children were fighting over them.” “Really?” Aimee asked. “Oh, no.” “Yeah,” Mrs. Taylor nodded, “but the adults really helped by learning their lines quickly. They were a real blessing. The children were complete angels tonight, too.” “They were so cute,” Aimee commented. “I’m so glad you guys could come,” Mrs. Taylor said. “I better go take care of a few things before I head downstairs for refreshments.” “Okay,” Aimee said. “See you later.” Mrs. Taylor hurried back stage as and Aimee and Nic walked toward the door. “I’m not really hungry, “Nic said admitted “Are you?” “Not really,” Aimee agreed. “I guess I’ll head home.” “Not so fast,” Nic told her. “You have some presents to help make.” “You want to do that tonight? Isn’t a little a late?” “It’s hardly ten.” Aimee raised her eyebrows. “I promise to give you a tour of the work shop.” “Oh, I suppose,” Aimee caved, smiling. Aimee, Nic, and his parents gathered around the decoratively designed table. A red table cloth topped with fresh, clean dishes and silverware that was bundled up in festive green napkins. At the center of the table were two white candles and a full plant of deep red poinsettias. Aimee reached out to feel one of the petals and was surprised to find them real.
“Where did you get these?” she asked Nic’s mother, Mrs. Clark. “There’s a little florist shop on main street that opened a few years back,” she answered. “They have them every year.” “They’re so pretty,” she commented, looking back at the display. “I’ll have to send some to my mom. She would love these.” “Remind me to give you the directions after dinner,” Mrs. Clark told her. “The Good Lord knows I’ll never remember.” They bowed their heads and Mr. Clark took over in leading them in a blessing for the meal. Then everyone started to pass the food around the table. It was a lovely spread of pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. “So, Aimee, how is your family doing?” Mr. Clark asked, cutting into a piece of his pork chop. “They’re all doing fine,” she said. “My sister got her first job working at Stop & Shop as a cashier a few months ago. She’s actually really excited about it.” “I remember Nic not liking his first job,” Mrs. Clark said, looking at her son teasingly. “How could I? I was working at McDonalds,” he replied. Mrs. Clark shook her head. “Anyway, what grade is your sister in now?” “She’s a junior,” Aimee answered. “She’s taking Driver’s Ed and has been saving every penny for a car.” “Good for her,” Mrs. Clark said. “And how are your mom and dad?” Mrs. Clark continued, before taking a sip of her water. “They’re hanging in there.” She smiled. “My mom didn’t want me to go to college to far away.” “Mine, either,” Nic added. “You can guess who won.” “Oh, hush, you said yourself you weren’t ready to move away,” Mrs. Clark told him. He held up a hand of surrender. “Why doesn’t your mom move back up here?” Mrs. Clark wondered. Nic recalled how close his mom and Mrs. Peters were. That’s kind of how Nic and Aimee became friends. They had been neighbors, but he probably wouldn’t have even have known her if their mom’s hadn’t thrown them together so much as kids. He was grateful for that now. “I don’t know, There’s still my sister and she really likes having her own antique store,” Aimee answered. “Business is good?” “Yep. Everyone loves my mom. She gives great discounts.” “Oh, I love antiques, maybe we’ll have to go down there on vacation sometime and check it out.” Mrs. Clark grinned. “I’m sure my mom would love to see you again,” Aimee replied. “What’s been going on up here?” “Well, I’m still a pharmacist and now I volunteer at a pet shelter,” she answered. “Really? My mom’s in the market for a new dog,” Aimee said. “I don’t know if it’s supposed to be my replacement or something, but she really has no idea of what dog to get?” “Do you know what size she wants?” Aimee shrugged. “I really don’t know.” “I’ll have to call her tomorrow then,” she decided and took a sip of her water to wash down her mashed potatoes. “You know, mom, Aimee wants to be a vet,” Nic prompted. “That sounds like fun. I don’t understand how some people don’t like animals,” Mrs. Clark commented. “Our dog, Blitzen, is around here somewhere. You’ll have to see him before you leave. He always loved you.” “How old is he now?” “He’ll be eleven in January, she responded. “He spends most of his time in the basement now.” Aimee smiled and made a mental note to see Blitzen as she finished her plate. “Why don’t you all move into the living room while I clear the table?” Mrs. Clark asked. “Actually, honey, I have to go in to work for an hour,” Mr. Clark said. “Oh, right,” she remembered. “Hurry back.” Nic and Aimee got up from the table and headed toward the living room. “Can I meet you there?” “Sure.” “Great. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told her, turning for the stairs. As Aimee walked down the hallway she heard a thump come from the basement. Remembering Blitzen, she decided now was as good a time as any to pay him a visit. Descending the steep, wooden stairs, she flipped a little switch on the wall and the whole room was bathed in light. Christmas lights. They ran along the walls, winded around poles, and hung over cabinets and windows. That wasn’t what took her breath away, though. It was the toys and gifts that covered every available space and overflowed the many boxes. Blitzen poked his head out from behind a table covered in wrapping paper and ribbons. “Come here, boy,” she called, bending down for him to enter her arms, which he did ever so willingly. “What is all this?” she asked him, but he wasn’t the one to supply the answer. “A long story,” Nic said behind her. She looked up at him, urging him to go on. Nic looked around the room, not wanting to see her reaction when he said, “I made all these toys.” Aimee stood up and went further into the room. “You made all these? How is that even possible?” “I’ve been working on them for almost a year now,” he answered, following her. She picked up a teacup from its set. Before she could speak, he decided to answer the question that was like an elephant in the room. “I did all this because I’m, what most people would call, Santa Claus.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, hoping she will believe him and not believe him at the same time. He had been dying to tell her since they were kids, but feared her reaction. Besides, he definitely couldn’t lie to her. Aimee looked at his cowering figure and smiled. He really did care about her opinion. “How can you be Santa Claus? You don’t have a fluffy white beard.” He chuckled. “That’s just a story that these two guys in New York created over two hundred years ago.” She set the teacup back down and gazed around the room. “Is this something you decided to do because of your new found love for children?” She smirked. He shook his head. “No, it’s a tradition that has run in my family since the original St. Nic.” “Wow,” she responded, her eyes widening. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” “I always thought it was weird and I didn’t think anyone would believe me, so I just didn’t say anything,” he explained looking embarrassed. Aimee didn’t know what to say because truth-be-told she was a little hurt that he kept this very important part of his life from her. She also tried to picture how she would have reacted if he had told her when they were kids. Her heart sunk when she realized she probably would have thought he was weird. Something brushed against her leg and she looked down at Blitzen. “Is that why your dog is named Blitzen?” “My dad named him.” He looked relieved. “You know you’re taking this really well.” “Oh,” was all she managed. Was she taking this well? Honestly she was still trying to wrap her mind around it. It did explain a few things about him, like when she found toys like these in his basement once before, Nic had brushed it off saying it were his Christmas presents, though she never saw them again. “How long have you been doing this?” “This is my first year,” he answered. She shook her head. “This is amazing. Only have one question. Why do you have all these Christmas lights? Wouldn’t it be more behooving to use regular lights? It’s kind of hard to see.” “They give me inspiration,” he replied and they smiled. Footsteps came on the stairs and Mrs. Clark came into view. “There you two are. Aimee, I just saw on the weather channel that the snow storm will start within the hour. You probably should get going before the roads get bad.” “Thanks,” Aimee said, walking back toward the stairs. Nic trailed behind her, flicking the light back off along the way. “I had a lovely time,” Aimee said, putting her coat on. She looked at the fireplace that roared on the other side of the living room with their full Christmas tree decked in twinkling lights and tinsel. She really wished she didn’t have to go. A blanket doesn’t even compare to the comfort and warmth of sitting by their cozy fire. “Thanks for having me.” “Anytime, dear,” Mrs. Clark told her as she wrapped Aimee in a hug. “It was good to see you. Don’t be a stranger.” “I won’t,” she promised as she looked at Nic. “Bye.” Aimee ducked out the door and through the frigid air to her car. |
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