Gable said.

I picked up the pen on the counter, signed my name on the bottom line, and reached down to take Lucy’s little hand.

“So I don’t get to paint the clay bowl blue today?” Lucy asked softly.

“We’ll draw at home this afternoon,” I said.

“My teacher said art club was for winter projects,” Lucy whispered, winding the loose thread around her index finger.

“We’ve got crayons at home,” I said.