5th floor common room, Saturday early evening

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Annette was setting out cookies and milk for her daughter, while her daughter continued to paint, coloring picture after picture for her daddy. 

"Hey, when are you going to paint me one?" Annette asked her, amused.

Aimee gave her a look, tilted her head, and said, "I don't  have to explain my art to you, mommy." Then she went back to her drawing.

"Just like your daddy," Annette murmured and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels while she kept one eye on the little girl. 


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Aimee looked over at Gwen's paper, scrutinizing in that way of hers. She was an artist and knew all sorts of artisty things. "That grass is pretty, Gwen. Almost perfect."

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"Thank you!" Gwen said, obviously pleased. "I'm not very good with grass. I'm better with the sky. But you can't make the sky green."