Sullen. Thick. Cold

On arrival home I am both astounded and appalled at the sight I am met with. I step over Geordie and Danny who are playing cards on the veranda steps, and stare at Al cutting out marijuana plants which Mi is painting in bright green and sticking to his canvas. I cannot see the table for them.

“I thought more of you, Al. So much for taking Mi’s mind off his addiction.”

“Casey!” exclaims Mi and makes a grab for my wrist. Drags me directly over to their mess. “You’re exactly what I need. Before I can protest, splat, he has shoved my hand in a shallow bowl of paint.

Al clears un-stuck cannabis leaves off the canvas.

Mi places my purple palm on a plain patch of canvas. Go No Bro, is the title of my art project. You gave me the idea.”

“Very clever. Must my hand have suffered in the name of art?” I snatch up a cloth and wipe away paint.