"You can judge me for not having any recent portraits of my son. We are not a family that sits and has portraits done. It costs money, and I stopped caring for it. Clark was the one who used to force me to have portraits done," Kate said, staring at her legs. "I yelled until he stopped."
Kate had to see this ugly sight every day. She didn't want to see how pitiful her face looked when it was painted.
"I can offer a description of him, or maybe you can create a portrait using Noah and my face. Warren is a good mix of us," said Kate.
"That will do. I can take an old portrait of you, so you do not need to leave home," Mark offered.
Kate gripped the arm of her chair. "The court took plenty of them as part of the order, and I destroyed most of them. I'm sure my sneaky uncle hid one somewhere. I'll have my husband look or look for it myself. Is that all?"
