|This pencil drawing and the next|
were done on our way to the lawyer
where Em would sign that she wanted to be adopted.
We had some time to kill so I drew trees.
Em drew trees, too.
|A portrait of mom Martha after tiring of trees. |
Em carefully counted the buttons on my dress.
She gave me high heels because she thought I'd look better in them.
And finally gave me our cat as a companion.