We sure didn't get meals paid for at home."This is such a drag," Whitney complained. "Look. I'm in street clothes. If we don't get back by five, I won...t have a place to change." It's okay, honey," Rose said. "You don't need a shower before the game. We'll find a girls' restroom you can change into uniform in and make sure no one comes in while you're getting ready." I thought it was really sweet that Rose called Whitney 'honey.' It was more than our team. It was our family. I found out how deep. "Ok...so what have you got so far?" Hang on there, darlin..." His southern drawl a sharp contrast to her excited hurried state. "Let me get the sketch first, and if you like it we can start tonight." He picked up the sketchpad from the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit on the couch. "It's a little out there, but I doubt anyone else would be wearing it." He flipped the pages to the sketch.The image on the page was mesmerizing. It looked like a Japanese geisha, but with breast not often. “Aston, don’t be afraid of me, I just needed to set the rules between us. I don’t know how, but the Goddess warned me about your talent so I was ready to handle you as soon as you thought about it.” She turned back to her small tent and climbed in. “Go back to bed Mr. Grey, we all have much to discuss in the morning.” She pulled the flap shut with a snap.Aston returned to his tent and climbed under the covers, shivering, but not from the cold. ‘The Death Goddess had glanced at me for an instant. “So, teaching?”“I think they’re doing it wrong. We should be providing every possible opportunity to the most gifted students, and that’s where we should focus our resources. Yes, everyone should have access to a basic education, but gifted students, from any background, any social class, any race, any gender, should be our priority. Somewhere, in some inner-city ghetto, is the kid who can cure cancer, and the system is failing to find them and get them into a school that will let them actually.