Chapter 172: Ivy

She dipped the brush back into the oil paint and then wearily rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands.

Just a little bit -

A blob of paint dropped to the floor.

Whoops.

After the first dozen paint splatters on her bedroom carpet, her mother had not-so-tactfully suggested that working over a drop cloth might be a good idea, and then made it quite clear that her "request" was more along the lines of a "requirement."

Ivy had bought a high-quality drop cloth the next day.

At least it kept her from feeling guilty every time paint splattered on the floor. That was good, right?

She sighed and then shoved her frizzled hair out of her eyes. She needed to get the line of Bob's neck right. It looked droopy right now.

Bob's neck did not droop.