After breakfast, everyone hurried to get ready for their day. Amelia had taken a page from her mother and dressed in a nice loose-fitting sweater on the long side, skinny jeans, and flat, knee-high boots. She jogged down the stairs to find her dad in the living room sipping coffee with William. Both men were dressed in jeans and sweaters and far more casual than usual.
"No suits today?" Amelia asked.
"Not today. Since the meetings all involve construction, and then we will wander in the meadow and dig in the dirt, this is more appropriate," Amelia's dad told her. "Are you ready for the meetings to finalize your art center?"
"I think so. I'm excited and nervous. And it is not my art center. It is the Obsidian Community Art Center. That is the name and what it is because it is for everyon
