Chapter 14
Winter break came.
Mom worked extra shifts.
I spent afternoons at the library because it was warm and quiet.
One day, Mr. Harris found me there after school.
Not spying.
He was meeting with the librarian.
He saw me drawing.
“Cars?”
I nodded.
He looked at the page.
“You’re good.”
I waited for the joke.
There was none.
He asked if I had ever joined art club.
I laughed.
“Clubs cost money.”
“This one doesn’t.”
“Oh.”
He wrote down the room number.
“Try once. Hate it if you want.”
May you like
I went.
I did not hate it.
