Room 424, Saturday Morning

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Wendy hadn't really had any intention of going to Prom last night anyway, but at least staying in to look after Weechee had just provided a better excuse than trying to avoid anyone who might have seen her turn as Sabrina yesterday.

So, caffeinated and free of hangovers, Wendy picked up her copy of The Big Book of Post-Modern Art For Kids! and started explaining the finer points of abstract expressionism to the wokling, completely oblivious to anything unusual happening on the island.

[Open for one in particular, but also in general.]

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Clarence was saved from answering by Weechee making a loud squeaking noise as he waved his furry hands in the direction of The Big Book of Post-Modern Art For Kids!.

"Are you teaching him about Art?" Clarence asked, a wide, boyish grin on his face. "Have you gotten to Pollock yet?"

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"As a matter of fact we were just about to start," Wendy replied. Actually they had already passed him, but Weechee was too young to really be paying attention to anything but the pictures. "Would you like to help me?"

That way her brain was unlikely to get more broken.

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Clarence scrambled up beside Wendy, being careful not to dislodge the wokling. "You bet," he nodded. "You helped me do action painting for the last Art Crawl!"

He even did the fist-pump.

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Wendy pumped her own fist, holding onto Weechee with her free hand. "Art Crawl!"

Well, apparently whichever future version of her had had the completely insane idea of hooking up with her boss, at least she'd gotten that part right.

Wendy opened the book to the right chapter then handed it to Clarence "So you like action paintings, huh?"

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"Yeah," Clarence nodded. "Though I think I might be more of a realist, even though Uncle Tyler says you'll disown me for that."

He sounded so painfully earnest too.

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"You know Tyler?" Wendy asked, ignoring the small clench of loneliness in her gut. "And I wouldn't, just so you know."

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Clarence shot her a 'duh' look. "Of course I do, he lives with us," he said, tilting his head to one side. "Though Ida says we should move to Utah so you can make honest men of Dad and him."

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"Oh," Wendy managed to get out as the rest of her mind shattered into little tiny pieces.

If Future!Her showed up, she and Wendy were going to have Words.