At least Claudia had dressed vaguely appropriately for class today in an old painter's jumpsuit liberally splashed with color from when she'd painted her and Zayne's room, a pair of bright pink Chuck Taylors, and a belt woven out of pieces of baby blankets. Her hair was back in two buns on the sides of her head and she was wearing enormous silver hoop earrings. On anyone else it would look nuts. On Claudia, it looked great.

She had, despite having a class earlier in the day, not noticed that she was only babbling the truth. It wasn't all that different than her any other day, really.