"... or as we say in my mother country where I will be returning in a few days after I'm done painting my host family's house never to return or to see you again, and where everything is better, even the sunsets, and the sun rises, (if you know what I mean, Dawn), 'je me sens paisible.' Don't you?"
Dawn seems to have driven off the pier and her car is sinking in the bay. I'm glad she put on her sleeves; it's awfully cold at the bottom of the ocean.
That shirt is some kind of crazy paint magnet, sucking up gobs of paint while protecting his arms, face, and precious hair from every single purple drop.
How to Paint a House
(in France)
by Victor Hugo
2) Roll a paint roller over the wall.
3) Fin.
But June does draw legs well.
More than anything, I wish we could see the Floating Heads that Mary is remembering:
Mary's eyes roll so far back in her head that she sees her own brain.
"His name is Hugo. Like the car!"
Hold on, there, Hugo. That's my gig. I've spent over a decade putting words into the mouths of those fishes. I'm thinking he's gonna say, "I may be a stupid fish, but at least I'm not a stupid human. Ha Ha."
