As Kaylee carefully put the little tuft of donkey fur in the box, Sir Thomas was reaching and pawing at some coins. Kaylee gently picked up the coins. They felt cold to her touch. She ran her fingers over the coins as she thought. Sir Thomas looked up at her and bumped her hand with his little head. “Meow?” he asked. “I think you’re right; are these the coins the priests paid to Judas, Daddy?”
“Very good, Kaylee!” Daddy and Nanny smiled at each other as Kaylee placed the coins back in the box.
“This is a tiny cup, Daddy,” Kaylee giggled, “but is it for the Last Supper? It was a special dinner, wasn’t it