Andy dropped a kiss on top of Billie’s head and nudged her in the direction of the gathering kids, then turned back to the grown-up section of the library, more subdued in both appearance and noise level, where Scooter had staked out a cluster of reading chairs to wait for Simon.
Scooter’d pulled a couple of books off the shelves and was thumbing through a large book on classic art prints. “Used to do this all th’ time with Jason when he was tryin’ to be an artist. He’d study ‘em for a while and try to make copies.” He flipped a few pages and stopped on a Monet. “He did a rendition of this one once.” He pointed to the work, a woman in a pale pink dress sitting in a field of green. “I wonder if he still has it; he got Mace to pose for him.”