Chapter 7

“She said you don’t really like to mingle with the other children.”

“I do, Mr. Treadwell…Ted. It’s just too crowded down there. I have two or three best friends.”

“That’s good. Do they like painting, too? Do they like your work?”

Sebastian wondered if anyone could ever like the real drawings he made—the drawings he kept for himself. He knew that even his best friends wouldn’t understand them at all. If he had had friends in the first place.

“Oh, there you are.”

Sebastian looked up to see a blonde, blue-eyed woman reaching for Ted. Ted put his arm around her and kissed her lightly. Sebastian turned away, wincing.

“Sebastian, this is my wife, Debra.”

“Hi, Mrs. Treadwell.”

“Call me Debra.”

Debra’s hand was not as warm as Ted’s, and Sebastian could feel her cold, calculating gaze on him. She might be bad news but suddenly Sebastian was determined to do what needed to be done to get Ted to take him, even if that meant he had to face this woman every day.