[Parker had been in the living room, staring at framed pictures on the wall. Each and every one of them said "Ms. Parker's Class" and a year. In each of them she was standing with a proud and happy smile so different from her own that Parker had thought that it might have been Catherine's rather than her own. Quickly she reached out to touch the photo, but the clothing was far too modern for that.
When she heard someone shout for her, she quickly called out, but her tone was distracted.]
[Spam]
When she heard someone shout for her, she quickly called out, but her tone was distracted.]
Yeah!