“So, then, if that's how a mosaic works – hey, Velma!”
Six-year-old Grayson Ludlow was rarely loud, and was the least likely Ludlow to go running across the yard for another child, but he was very much attached to eleven-year-old Velma, nine-year-old Milton, and eight-year-old Gracie Trent, each for different reasons.
Velma and he connected around art and architecture.
“Hey, Gray – what's happening?” Velma said as she came off her back porch.
“I need to borrow a favorite painting of yours with lots of red, blue, green, or yellow in it – I think I can make a mosaic out of it.”
“Well, OK, let's go find some paintings,” Velma said. “Are we doing this with Legos?”
“Yes, because stuff clicks right in, and all I gotta do is get the platforms to hold together so we can prop them up on the wall like a mosaic would be on the wall. I'd make a floor, but stepping on Legos is not what people like.”
“Nope,” Velma said.
“Oh, this is going to be some content!” Velma's nine-year-old first cousin Vertran Stepforth said as he went to get his camera.
“Actually, Grayson, I have a better idea – bring me the Legos you want to use, and I'll do a color-matched painting so it will be easier for you,” Velma said.
“OK,” Grayson said, and ran home and filled his little red wagon up with Legos to bring back to Velma.
“Well, we can watch those three and know where they are going to be for a few hours,” Velma's mother Mrs. Melissa Trent said.
“Yep,” Grayson's grandmother Mrs. Thalia Ludlow said. “Grayson entertains himself all the time, and that connects with your more self-contained set, Melissa.”
“And this is good because Milton will be coming out of being grounded in two hours,” Mrs. Trent said.
“Let me go find out where George is so we can contain the upcoming celebration,” Mrs. Ludlow said as Mrs. Trent chuckled.
“My oldest daughter said to my oldest son,” Mrs. Trent said, “'If we gambled, we could run a heck of a betting pool on how long it will take George and Milton will get grounded again.'”
“Easy money,” Mrs. Ludlow said, with a laugh. “Never bet against George or Milton coming through, expeditiously – poor babies!”
