Monday dawned bright and sunny, and freezing cold with the promise of coming snow in the air. Shaun arrived to pick Ryan up and almost laughed out loud. “How many layers do you have on?”
“Umm, two long-sleeved T-shirts, my sweater and hoodie, and a scarf Miss Gina lent me.”
“And no gloves. How about we make a stop before we head upstate?”
Ryan arched an eyebrow as he slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. He’d gotten the bag when he’d taken a bus to the art supply store Friday afternoon. He came back to the house laden down with tubes of watercolors, brushes, various kinds of paper, and mat boards. When he’d put everything away, he’d said under his breath, “Now it’s beginning to look like a real studio.”
The ‘stop’ became two when Shaun told him they were going to a sporting goods
