colors into each other. She took her time and was very careful to stay in the
 
 lines. She seemed to be a great kid. She was quieter and more thoughtful
 
 than Christina would have thought any child could be. In her mind, all kids
 
 were brats who ran around screaming, misbehaving, and purposely not
 
 listening. They were destructive, rude, and grimy. She realized how wrong
 
 she was. Or maybe Chloe was a one-off.
 
 It seemed like that could be the case. She was raised by Taylor, who
 
 seemed to be quite unique herself. Christina was easily flustered at the
 
 thought. She grabbed a new crayon and tackled shading in the grass beneath
 
 a big mouse’s feet. There was a huge block of cheese in the distance and a
 
 big sun behind that.
 
 She’d felt bad about Taylor’s comments after she’d gone home and had
 
 time to think about it. Had she really implied that Taylor was a bad mom?
 
 That she’d endanger her child? That she wasn’t doing a good enough job?
 
 She knew that Taylor felt pressured to get the place open as soon as
 
 possible, and that meant being there. It was likely a hard decision for her to
 
 make, having to bring her sick child with her— even if Chloe looked and
 
 acted perfectly healthy. Christina realized that her comments had been
 
 totally insensitive. It dawned on her, after leaving work, that she’d really
 
 hurt Taylor. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. About Taylor. About what
 
 she’d said. About Chloe.
 
 It was after eleven the night before when inspiration hit. Most of the
 
 stores were closed, but she did manage to find a big box store that had a
 
 craft and art section. When she was picking out the stuff, she’d thought
 
 about how excited Chloe might get and for some reason, that made
 
 Christina happy too.
 
 She knew her apology to Taylor wasn’t enough. She’d have to find a
 
 quiet time, when it was just the two of them together, to try and apologize
 
 again.
 
 “I’m done!” Chloe held up her painting. It was neatly done. Christina