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Show 133 into it, and it returned to your palette with you and entered your life. The best thing was to leave it alone until it dried, but all the time it was there it exerted a pernicious influence on your choice of other colors for other parts of the canvas, and besides someone might come in between now and tomorrow and see it. He changed brushes and worked on the paisley for a while, though the truth was he was anxious to start on the stones because he thought he saw a way of relating them to the spaces between frets on the lute. He had decided to do the frets as negative spaces and the exposed fingerboard as solid blocks with rough edges. They would extend in a perforated line up to the tuning head, but the tuning head itself would belong to a different compositional unit that drew the attention laterally to the basket, which he had decided to relocate from the bottom right where he had sketched it. The possibilities to account for her unhappiness were not that numerous. She liked him well enough to want to spare him pain, but he had already seen her sparing somebody pain. The effort had made her sick and miserable. She had needed an antidote and he had turned out to be it, and now the antidote was making her sick. While she acted out the violent passion that gave pleasure to neither of them she was hoarding up the most oppressive parts to tell h_[s_ antidote next time she lay sobbing on his chest after a rehearsal, between classes, at work over lunch hours, at home on nights Lorin stayed late at the Coach and Seven. The hateful part was that she probably felt guilty while she was doing it. She may even have decided guilt was a small price to pay in exchange for a little happiness, and that now she had paid it and was justified. They probably went through his portfolios too. He realized his jaw was tight as he worked his way between shapes |
