Gathering Blue - Lois Lowry [65]
She could sense but could not see, in the darkness, what it was.
"Threads?" she asked. "A bundle of threads?"
Her father smiled. "I had time, sitting alone, while I waited to return. And my hands are very clever because they have learned to do things unseeing.
"Bit by bit I unraveled the fabric of my blue shirt," he explained. "The boy found me another to wear."
"I filched it," Matt announced with matter-of-fact pride.
"So you will have blue threads," her father went on, "while you wait for your plants to come to life."
"Goodbye," Kira whispered, and hugged her father. She watched through the darkness as the blind man, the renegade boy, and the bent-tailed dog set off down the path. Then, when she could see them no longer, she turned and walked back to what lay waiting. The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live.