Lindsey
I began erecting the easels for the Monday morning painting class. I’d always found this to be one of the best things to calm the clients after a full weekend of being on their own. No matter how well they did in the previous week’s classes, thoughts always managed to creep back into their mind before the next round. I knew that; because since I’d left Ben’s place, my head was full of my own thoughts. I might consider some painting too, just to help clear myself.
“Where do you want these?” Nicole asked.
She walked into the classroom with an arm full of painting boxes and two fistfuls of brushes. I said she didn’t need to bring it all in one go, and she commented that there was another batch to bring in. She placed them on the table, and I dished the boxes out to each easel while
