Class Dismissed (One-on-One)

"And when are you ever in the mood to work?" she questioned, pushing the rubric over to him.

 

She watched him for a moment with interest.

"Hm. Anyway, what part of the body do you want to do?"

 

She squinted at him.

"We could do that," she said. "Or, we could do the hands." She lifted her own and wiggled her fingers at him. "Look at the joints!"

 

"I'm into this," she said, nodding. She quickly sketched out the rough bone structure, noting the relative lengths. "I mean, it shouldn't take too long."

 

She frowned, looking down at her own hand.

"We need to figure out what material we're going to build it out of," she said thoughtfully. "I can work pretty well with wood."

 

"We can do clay," she said thoughtfully. "We'd have to make sure it's pretty strong, though."

 

"Sure," she said, jotting in down in her quick handwriting. "What do we do about the joints?"

 

She paused for a moment, tapping the table thoughtfully.

"If we inserted some plastic," she began thoughtfully, "and molded the fingers around it, we could get a flexible but durable tendon."

 

"Thank you," she said distractedly. "We also have to write a paper." She tore a sheet out from her notebook and jotted down an address. "Could you meet me here after school to work on it?"

 

"Mmhm," she said casually, jotting down some more notes on the diagram of the hand. "My father has a bunch of clay, I think. We can just use that."