Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

the cold gray paint Nicole had applied still sat in ugly, square patches. It looked like grease on a clean silk dress, a flat, dead color that had no place in an old house built of yellow pine and plaster.

I took my wooden palette from the shelf and began to scrape away the old, dried paint with a palette knife. The dry flakes fell into the wastebasket continue reading …