Chapter 21

The dogs were just trotting along, so calm and happy.

“Yeah. I guess it was sort of like the framework for who I am,” Stone replied. “And then I work toward the middle…my heart.”

“Which is unfinished.”

“So far. We should never be finished, right?” Stone glanced over. “Always adding and growing.”

“And your use of color coincides with your emotions at the time?”

“Right.”

“What color am I now, Teacher Man?” Edison nudged him gently. “When you get home and add a swish for this walk, what paint will you choose? What color was I yesterday?”

“It does depend on the day,” Stone told him honestly. “Bright, sunny yellow, which is sort of my happy color. Then, as you noted before, fire comes in at times. Red, for anger, orange is heat. There’s an ugly color in there, a non-color, almost, a mix of a bunch of paints to kind of illustrate a mix of emotions. I call it blah.”

“Blah.”

“I’ve also used green…green for hope.”

“Hope?”