Chapter 6

I wanted to repeat myself with a question mark after my last word but somehow resisted. “I saw you at the art talk, so I thought you could help me discern these colors.” I could see three different shades; he saw seven. Being the idiot I am, I immediately looked at him and twirled my non-existent handlebar moustache and said, “Ah, tu a dessomething oils, I mean, eyes. I’ve forgotten my French, but I am only Belgique!”

He grinned briefly. His eyes sparkled like several colors of the sea. “Ah, mais non, Hercule, mon ami!”