Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

two mugs to the counter.

He set one down in front of me, but I did not touch it.

“I am not imagining things,” I said. “Nicole was at the paint store trying to charge fifty gallons of gray paint to my account.”

“She was only trying to help you update the place,” Julian said, taking a slow sip of his tea. “You make everything into a conspiracy.continue reading …