Chapter 7
He was a doctor, for crying out loud. How hard could it be to come up with an arts and crafts project that helped describe Charlotte best? Apparently, it was damn near impossible. He wasn’t artsy or crafty unless he was stitching up some flapping skin. It’s not like Charlotte was much help, since she hadn’t uttered a single word of assistance when she handed him the paper from her backpack a half hour ago.
It also didn’t help that he didn’t have much in the way of art supplies other than a black permanent marker and some duct tape. He’d bought everything on Sophie’s list, but Charlotte seemed to have left most of the supplies in her cubby in the classroom. Country Times closed at five, so he couldn’t even run out and buy more supplies. Maybe he could text Sophie and get Charlot
