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When Eddie was alone on the island, for a value of alone that meant 'without his wife and children', he began making a scrapbook for Emmy so that he could still, in this small way, be a part of her life, and she a part of his. It was a project that was not forgotten but set aside when they joined him the island and he could actually spend time with her, and share all of the things he wanted to share.
So there still existed a scrapbook for Emmy, filled with stories and memories and, more than everything else, a whole lot of love.
Eddie decided, one afternoon when he was browsing the bookshelf for magazines, that it was only right that Dill got a scrapbook too. He might not have needed one in the same way that Eddie needed to make one for Emmy when they were, but when he got older, when he grew up, Eddie wanted him to have one to look back on too, and know that his Daddy has always loved him very, very much.
The bookshelf had never been the most cooperative fixture on the island. In fact, it could be argued it was the least cooperative, though it definitely vied for that title with the jukebox. And the clothing box. No, definitely the bookshelf. Still, when Eddie looked again there was definitely a sheaf of papers right there at the edge that would serve his purposes perfectly.
Which he promptly knocked over and scattered all over the floor, his feet, and everything within about a five foot radius.
So there still existed a scrapbook for Emmy, filled with stories and memories and, more than everything else, a whole lot of love.
Eddie decided, one afternoon when he was browsing the bookshelf for magazines, that it was only right that Dill got a scrapbook too. He might not have needed one in the same way that Eddie needed to make one for Emmy when they were, but when he got older, when he grew up, Eddie wanted him to have one to look back on too, and know that his Daddy has always loved him very, very much.
The bookshelf had never been the most cooperative fixture on the island. In fact, it could be argued it was the least cooperative, though it definitely vied for that title with the jukebox. And the clothing box. No, definitely the bookshelf. Still, when Eddie looked again there was definitely a sheaf of papers right there at the edge that would serve his purposes perfectly.
Which he promptly knocked over and scattered all over the floor, his feet, and everything within about a five foot radius.