Clearly Clive had found a new level of enthusiasm for drawing his friends. I watched him as he sat at the table, working away.

“It’s part fun and part social commentary,” he said, evidently reading my mind.

“It’ll be what it wants to be.” I felt very wise. “I’ve received another commission,” I continued. “Something to do with snow.”

“Best go work on that then,” he said, without looking up.

“Maybe we’ll go for a walk later,” I finished, and, receiving no answer, picked up my pencils and left the room.

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