Terence has found a good spot for doing his sketching.
But he has to stand up.
He holds his sketchbook open and looks through the train window.
A flat brown blur, with posts whizzing by.
This should be easy.
He draws a brown blur.
The carriage smells funny.
It must be the lunches.
He looks back. Gaius's tray table is down. So is Pierre-Louis's. And Grandpa's.
He draws a few posts.
His drawing is finished. Except for the sky.
He thinks about Easter, and the presents he's sure he remembers he's had.
A Peruvian hat (lost), a balloon parrot (burst), a toy horse....(Monty!)
He runs back to Gaius.
What about Monty?
Gaius is about to bite into a smoked ham foccaccia, having just dipped the end into a bowl of skordalia.
I hope I'm doing this right, says Gaius.
What's the problem? asks Pierre-Louis.
It looks like mashed potato, says Gaius.
Perhaps it's a dip, says Pierre-Louis. Did you get crackers?
No, says Gaius. Too late now.
The curry's delicious, says Pierre-Louis.
It is at this point that Terence arrives.
I DO get a present at Easter! says Terence. I remembered!
What have you remembered? asks Gaius.
Monty! cries Terence. Last year I got Monty.
Monty was a reward you were given for picking up dog hairs, says Gaius. Not related to Easter.
Was it AT Easter? asks Terence.
Around about that time, I suppose, says Gaius.
See, says Terence.
Show me your drawing, says Pierre-Louis.
Terence holds it up.
It's realistic, says Pierre-Louis. Posts and blur. Are you still planning a series?
Yes, says Terence. They'll be joined together.
I look forward to seeing the finished project, says Pierre-Louis.
Maybe I'll get a reward, says Terence.
We'll see, says Pierre-Louis.
Yay! says Terence, running back to his window.
There, says Pierre-Louis. I tried to divert his attention.
I noticed, says Gaius.
Did he pick up the dog hairs? asks Pierre-Louis.
Not in the long run, says Gaius.
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