“What’s this honey?”
She looked at me as if I didn’t already know. “That’s BJ,” she explained, pointing to the person she had drawn on the left, who was tall-looking and had straight, black, spiky hair and was carrying a surfboard.
Abe wandered over and glanced over my shoulder. I looked back at him and he smiled and nodded approvingly as if he understood what the picture meant. Was there something I was missing?
“And that’s Abe,” Alezmé pointed out without any doubt in her voice, to a similar-looking person drawn with blond hair, standing to the right of BJ in the picture, but with white wings sprouted from his back.
“Oh I see.”
“It’s ready!” We heard Cythia call from the dining room and I jumped at the sound of her voice. I handed the picture back to Alezmé and smiled the most norma
