Chapter 13
I jumped off the picnic table and ran to Jesús nearly as fast as he was running to me. We gave each other a quick hug then stepped back, but I could see I wasn't the only one nearly hopping up and down in excitement. But then Jesús looked over my shoulder at Loke and made a deliberate effort to calm himself down a bit.
"Ingrid Torfa," he said in a mock-accusing tone. "What are you doing here? Some kind of art grad school? Are you teaching?"
"Neither," I said, laughing. "Teaching? I only graduated a couple of months ago."
"Well, I always figured you'd take the art world by storm," he said.
"Not quite," I said.
"Not yet," Loke amended, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Luke."
"Jesús," my old friend said as they shook hands. "Ingrid and I have known each other practically since
