Ethan started laughing when he saw the art center's shattered side door hanging off its hinges. His granddaughter Amelia had hit it with all her force at top wolf speed to reach her little sister before her shift. He had always known his oldest grandchild was a force to be reckoned with but had no idea she was capable of that type of destruction. He went around to the front of the building and walked in beaming.
Eleanor waved to him as he approached to look at the painting still on the easel. It was the student's artwork, and even though she is a beginner, it was quite good. Ethan had no doubt that was due to the extraordinary artistic talents of Amelia and Eleanor and their remarkable teaching abilities.
"How is Everly? Did the shift go alright?" Eleanor asked.
"Everly is wonderful. He
