"You've got a wonderful imagination," Donatello said, looking at my stuff. "It's all right there on the page."
For a second, it made me want to tell her about Leo. Most of what was "on the page" felt like it came from him. But Donatello probably thought I was messed up enough as it was. She didn't need to hear about me getting ideas from someone who wasn't even there.
When she was done looking, I started to tear out my pages, but she told me to keep the whole pad.
"Put it to good use, okay?" she said. "Nice job today, Rafe. Excellent, in fact."
I wasn't sure whether I should take the pad or not. It felt like some kind of test, and I didn't know what the right answer was.
"But we didn't do anything today," I said.
Donatello just shrugged. "I guess that depends on how you look at it." (53.8-14)
Looks like Rafe and Mrs. Donatello have made a connection through art. He almost tells her about Leo. But he can't quite get there, can he? This kid has some major trust issues. Drawing is one thing, but actually talking about things is just more than Rafe can handle.