This is Part 11 of the story of How I Met Superman. To get caught up, you can find the preceding chapters here.
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I balanced the box on top of the aluminum rail by the art building, peering inside to make sure everything was intact – it was. My “ceramics” project, a 7-inch-tall lion sitting on his haunches – was fine. He was a bit cartoonish, in the mode of my art back then, but his color was all wrong. He was … well, blue. I’d thought he’d be a nice caramel color when I painted it on, but I failed to read the side of the bottle that explained he would turn blue when fired in the kiln.
“Are you going to be okay?” Dawn asked, eyeing my awkwardly sized box, as well as my large stack of books held balanced on the rail.
I nodded. I wasn’t sure, exactly, how I was going to get all of this home, but I figured I’d work something out. She needed to get to a club meeting after school, and I didn’t want to keep her. “I’m fine. Go ahead.”
She looked at the box dubiously. “How are you going to carry all that?”
“I’ll think of something. I might just leave a few of these books here.”
She nodded slowly, but then something over my shoulder caught her eye. “Or maybe something else will come up.” Continue reading
