Over the bathroom tub, hangs a small painting of a turn-of-the-20th-century high society woman, dressed in an orange, silk, off-the-shoulder dress. It matches the orange accents of the room.
Tink came out of the bathroom recently, shaking his head. “Every time I see that painting, I have to laugh. Why do you like that?”
“Because,” I replied. “It reminds me of my David and that weekend in Newport.”
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