85Later that day, Becca stood and stretched. Her back ached but the discomfort was a small price to pay. She studied the two new drawings, close-ups of the mare and the foal.
The doors slid open and Walt walked in. He paused. “Mind if I take a look?” He nodded at the watercolors that lay on the desk.
“No, of course not. Go ahead.” Becca beamed.
After a while, Walt said, “Very nice, Becca. But I have a question.”
What followed was a long discussion about perspective and color choices and realism versus stylization. When Gaby entered the room, Walt and Becca were so caught up in their discussion they barely noticed her.
“Hi, kids. Might I butt in?”
Walt rose from his seat at the desk and pulled a chair over for Gaby. They gazed at one another for a moment and she nodded.
Becca sensed
