ships ever really come in.â
âShips?â
âNever mind. The point is that thereâs no reason we canât store those paintings in a nice, safe closet, is there? I mean, if you happened to paint something you liked better and actually wanted to look at every day?â
By midafternoon, the sky suddenly turned darker than a nightmare. When they pulled in the driveway, a howling wind chased them inside. Merry doubted a Virginia winter storm could rival a serious Minnesota blizzard, but either way, it was a good time to hole up inside.
Charlie watched warily while Merry set up. Once she draped newspaper all over the kitchen floor, she pushed kitchen chairs together to work as make-shift easels. The chairs werenât remotely the right height for the big white canvasses, but she couldnât think of another one. Charlie came through with a couple of old T-shirts to wear over their clothes, while Merry organized the brushes and bowls of paint. Last, she flipped on all the lights against the gloomy afternoon and turned up some musicâsome nice, loud, hip-gyrating rock and roll. âOkay, let it rip!â
âLet what rip?â
Merry showed her, taking a brush dripping with sun-yellow and swathing it across a canvas. âNow, your turn.â
âWhat color am I supposed to use?â
âAny color you love. Thatâs what weâre going to build. Canvases that are big splashes of colors we love.â
âThatâs all weâre trying to do?â
âThatâs all,â Merry affirmed.
Charlie gingerly brushed on a streak of khaki green.
Merry ran over and put a moosh of cherry red on an edge. At Charlieâs shocked look, she said, âGo on. Go put something on mine.â
âYou mean wreck yours?â
âYou wonât be wrecking anything. Weâll just be creating something different than anyone else would create.â
âIn the entire universe,â Charlie agreed dryly. But she went over and dabbed a few spots of orange on Merryâs canvas.
Merry responded by dipping her entire hand in the sky blue and putting palm prints all over Charlieâs picture. Charlie took off her socks and did feet printsâin dark purpleâon hers.
For the first time, the very first time since Merry got here, she could taste just a wee bit of elation. They were having fun together. They were being together. And if they could just start being together, Merry figured the rest had a prayer of working out. Charlie wasnât going to recover from her dadâs loss overnight. Merry wasnât going to turn into a parent overnight.
But hellâs bells, at last she had a taste of hope.
The two of them slashed and streaked and stroked until a half dozen canvases were completely dripping in various crazy colors and shapes. At some point Merry realized the two of them were head-to-bare-feet covered in paint as wellâbut who cared? Finally, though, enough seemed enough. Merry stepped back to give their fancy art a critical eye. âHot damn. Are we good or are we good?â
Charlie made the strangest sound. âHogwash.â
âHuh? Hogwash? Whatâs hogwash?â
âItâsââ Abruptly she made that sound again, as if there was a little choke gurgling at the very back of her throat. Her so-careful expression suddenly seemed to crack.
Merry stared, disbelieving. It wasnât just a smile taking over that face. Charlie actually bent over, clearly in response to how god-awful she thought their artwork wasâand let out a laugh. A rusty laugh. A little-girl-not-trying-to-be-brave-right-then laugh. In fact, it was a downright boisterous giggle.
Only thenâ¦the lights went out. The lights, the music, the fridge, the furnace, the everything. Whatever cut off the power, the kitchen was abruptly dark as a cellar.
And that one precious moment of silly joyfulness disappeared faster than smoke.
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