Chapter 29

“I also thank God Sonny has great teachers, teachers like you.” Edison hopped up suddenly. “I want to do something.”

“What do you want to do?”

“A lot of things, but I’ll settle for this. Take your shirt off.”

Stone pulled up the sheet, instead.

“Come on.” Edison was rooting through his bag. “Get up and do it,” he added, when he’d found what he was after.

“For?” Stone rose, but the shirt stayed on.

“I want to paint on you.” A tube of toothpaste, apparently, was to be the paint. “Look. Green.”

“Minty.”

“And hopeful. Take your shirt off.” Edison started to do it. “Be my canvas.”

“How can I resist?”

“If I’m lucky, you won’t…not anymore.”

The finished product was 1+1=Us, much easier to read in the bathroom mirror than it was looking down, even if it did show up backwards.

“That’s what I want,” Edison said. His arms wrapped around Stone’s bare middle from behind, he still had Stone’s shirt. “That’s what I hope.”