Just then, the class president named Claire Wilton came into the class, while you wait for your art teacher to come back, and you see the mover get ready to leave as he carried the sheet that covered the painting with him. Clara went over to the painting just as you began to wonder what was keeping the teacher so long.
"Can you imagine being that kid in the chair?" Claire comments while noticing the child in the seat being made to look like a clown in the painting.
Just then, your art teacher, Mrs. Vacile came into the room. "Ah, I see the mover came to put up the new painting, but I forgot to pay him," Vacile says.
"I'll do it, Mrs. Vacile," Claire explains. "It shouldn't be too hard to remember what he looks like."
As she steps out of the room, Mrs. Vacile looks to you. "So, you like the painting, do you?"
"Well," you say, "I don't really, I just thought it looked interesting because it's new." You never particularly liked clows, but you don't hate or fear them either.
"I bought it, because it reminds me of my grandfather," the teacher says. "as a young man, he traveled with a circus as a clown. After he got married, he settled down and got a job working at a bank, he'd continue performing as a clown at our birthday parties and he loved to tell me stories about his time with the circus. He actually looked like that." She taps the picture of the auguste holding the child's clown suit.
All of a sudden...