The painting club was enjoying a weekly meeting, with one exception.
“Great to see so many faces here,” Bob said with a smile.
“Yeah, but I miss our founder Jill,” Ted lamented. “Wonder what happened to her?”
The painters looked at each other and shrugged. Jill had occasionally been in touch with brief updates, but compared to her flawlessly regular masterpieces before, she’d all but vanished.
“Hey–why don’t we work together on a tribute painting for Jill?” Betty suggested.
“Awesome!” Tanya exclaimed. “Then she’ll know we miss her.”
“Let’s do it. We owe our founder a shout-out.” Ray smiled.