I stepped into the Art Room, leaning against the doorway as I observed the scene before me. The kids were all falling over one another as they tried to show their final pieces for the day to Clarkson, who was laughing as he tried to tell them to wait at their seats and he'd come around to look. The kids all loved Clarkson for reasons that Kimberly and I couldn't figure out. Probably because he was just an overgrown child himself. Clarkson glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Just came in here to remind you that you have five minutes before lunch," I said, with a smile. "We're finishing cleaning up now," Clarkson informed me, gesturing around the tidy art room. "The kids just have to hang up their pieces to dry." "Ms. Aubrey, do you like mine?" Zane called out, holding up his pain
