Every Thursday after school Shoshana rushed home and slipped on her art smock Drips of dried blue and silver paint ran down its sleeves Splotches of pink and purple exploded like fireworks across the front Bits of clay gold glitter sequins flecks of crushed crayons and streaks of ink covered it from top to bottom
Shoshana loved her smock Each splatter smudge and stain reminded her of art projects she made in Grandma Jacobs art studio a miniature sukkah made of toothpicks a lopsided dreidel that always landed on gimel a Purim grogger She wondered excitedly what new memory she would add today
