”“Whoa! And?”“And nothing. I just want to get closure on this. I don’t think there’s much chance of anything else. You heard what I said t... Dad about Stephie.”She was quiet for a bit, then changed the subject. We chatted about school, friends and the new house until Stephanie had to leave for church. I tried Donna W’s number but there was no answer, so I headed back to the Spencers’ house. I thought of anyone else I could call to visit for a few hours, but Larry would be in church, and most of. He went on to explain to me that he wasn't mad, just a little upset at the time. I relaxed some after him saying this to me but I was still ashamed about being caught and hoped he wouldn't tell my mom or anything. He got up and patted me on the back and told me that he was going out until about 9 pm and that my mom would be a little late getting home as well. He left the house and I didn't touch myself at all that night, thinking he would bust in on me again!The next day was a Saturday and. John was named after his grandfather, and the two of them had always shared a special relationship. But this year, John was distracted, unable to concentrate on the usual Christmas festivities. His mood did not escape his grandfather’s notice, and the two finally sat down near the Christmas tree, in front of the window, watching the snow fall as they talked. “What’s been bothering you, my boy? You’re not yourself today,” the elder John Bartlett asked his oldest grandchild. John hesitated.. .”“Now Sandy, you know I always leave the artwork and design decisions up to you...”“Hang on a minute,” Katie said.She quickly walked up the stairs and disappeared for only a few seconds before returning carrying another large painting. She held it up for everyone to see. Sandra and Taylor both gasped at the same time.“You have an Iris Scott reproduction too?” Taylor asked. “I thought I had seen all of Iris Scott’s work, but I don’t recognize this one.”The finger painting that Katie held.