Chapter 9

“Stop it.”

“Okay, I’ll behave. For now.” I finished my pineapple and asked, “This may be none of my business, but do you plan to pursue painting again, outside of the daycare? I mean, your talent is amazing.”

“Thanks for that. I don’t know. It’s linked to something ugly, and so for a long time, this was the only way to make it beautiful again for me. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to move beyond this. A few of my professors were distraught when I left without finishing my degree. A couple of them still keep in touch, hoping to lure me back with offers of possible scholarships.”

I said nothing, hoping Gregory would talk more. He sat in silence next to me, picking at the label on the bottle while the smell of paint, tea, and pineapple wafted around us. And then, his stomach growled.

I laughed. “Okay, how hungry are you? Would diner food do, or do you have stuff in the kitchen?”