Chapter 26
I don't have to be doing magic to lose all sense of time while doing art. Just getting caught up in the drawing can do it, especially if I'm working in ink and not pencil, which I was doing the afternoon before my grandmother and I were planning to have dinner with Lisa Sorensen's parents.
I had been nervous about how the evening was going to go, so to distract myself I had started working on a new illustration, something based on one of my sketches from the day out on the lake on the Viking ship. I liked the broad outline I had sketched out, but really got focused on the details of every single rower, of the carving on the prow and the pattern on the sail.
I was vaguely aware of the rich smell of my grandmother's butter cookies in the oven. But even the promise of that decad
