raised her eyebrow. Sheâd found it was an effective expression when dealing with students. âShe made you not turn in your homework?â
âNo, butâ¦â
Laura continued to stare at JT.
âNo. But she didnât mind handing out the detentions. Mrs. Lutz hates me.â
âMaybe thatâs not hate. Maybe itâs frustration. Teachers feel frustrated when they canât reach a student. She wants you to excel. So do I.â
âI donât know about Mrs. Lutz. I think what she really wants is for me to hurry up and finish her class so she can pass me on to some other teacher,â JT replied, skepticism thick in her tone.
âAnd you think Iâm here passing the buck, too?â
âNo. You donât want me to do more detentions and brought my homework. Thanks.â
Laura nodded. âThatâs part of it.â She found herself adding, âAnd I was hoping if you caught up on yourschoolwork tonight, youâd have time to come over and start that mural in the babyâs room this weekend.â
JT jumped and clapped. âYou mean it?â
Laura hadnât intended to make the offer, but seeing JTâs excitement, she was glad she had. âI told you it was a great design. And I donât mind being around the paints at school because weâve got a great ventilation system, but at home, my only ventilation would be an open window. Itâs too cold for that, and Iâd rather not be around the fumes long enough to paint the room myself, so youâll be doing me a huge favor.â
It was more than paint fumes and Laura knew it. She wanted to be excited about this baby, but she couldnât manage it. And she needed to get things done. Her pregnancy was close to term. âReally, youâll be helping me out in a big way.â
âOh, man, this is so cool. Iâve got to pick up some paint and I can be at your house first thing Saturday morning.â
âWhy donât you make me a list of the supplies you want and Iâll get those. And youâll need your momâs written permission.â And to be on the safe side, Laura would make sure the principal knew JT was coming over to do the project. Teachers had to be very careful about socializing with students. There were lines you couldnât cross. âSpending time working on the actual mural is more than you should have to do as it is. I appreciate the favor.â
âMs. Watson, this isnât me doing you a favor, itâs you doing me one. I wanted to paint a mural in my room, but my mom and her decorator nixed that idea.Of course, I wasnât planning on princesses. I outgrew that kid stuff a long time ago.â
JT chuckled, but Laura thought it was a shame JT didnât believe in magic. Laura had found magic the day sheâd found Jay. Her magic had died with him, too, but she wished JT could have believed longer. âWell, you can paint at my house till your heartâs content, but the deal is, you do your homework tonight and catch up.â
âOkay, you bet.â JT stopped and stared at Seth. âYou didnât say anything at all.â
He shot them both a reassuring look. âI have sisters and Iâve learned that when women start talking a wise man gets quiet, unless he has something important to say, and even then, he should be quiet until they stop to breathe.â
âOuch. This time he wasnât picking on only me, he was picking on our entire gender.â Laura smiled when JT laughed. Without her normal black outfit and outlandish makeup, JT seemed like a girl. Maybe Laura couldnât solve her studentâs problems, but she could give her thisâa bit of happiness.
Laura stood. Well, that was a generous description. More accurately, she tried to stand. Her current girth made rising from couches less easy than chairs.
Seth sprang to his feet and offered her a hand.
She took it. âIâve decided to