Chapter 7

“Her self-portrait…the Post-It one…”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“I think she took it down this afternoon on her way into or out of class. It was there before last period. She told me a couple days ago, and I quote, ‘It sucks.’”

“It’s possible Addison has inherited Ed’s flair for the dramatic.”

Stone felt relieved when Edison aimed his sneer elsewhere for a moment.

“What was it?”

“A butterfly,” Stone told Lee. “With two palms holding it.”

“Aww. Us, maybe.” Edison showed his soft side again, like when he was talking to his cat on the phone.

“The perspective was perfect.”

“What’s perspective?” Surly Edison made a comeback.