On Tuesday, June 7, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She blinked and looked at her hand, gripping the brush in her palm like a knife and then looking at the blank paper, "Uh, am I supposed to be doing something?" she was a terrible artist... then again, she hadn't done watercolors since she was a kid.
On Tue, Jun 7, 2016 at 7:51 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe wasn't the artist, but Greed wanted to be the art teacher today. He had taken no classes himself, it didn't mean he wasn't going to give her a show. He sat in his knee length shorts and his t-shirt rolling out his brushes. He put one in her hand and laid the tablet of blank paper in front of her, his watercolor palette open and ready for use.
On Tuesday, June 7, 2016, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: Zoe was dressed in a summery way and took off her sandals as she walked onto the blanket and took a seat next to her man as indicated. It was nice to be outside and at home, just their little family. She didn't know what he wanted her to do with his watercolors tho... she was not an artist.
On Tue, Jun 7, 2016 at 4:40 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: It was a weekend alone with his girl, and Greed had an artistic streak. He'd been in a much better mood as he slowly started to build a new home for himself and his stuff. Greed was never short of things but losing any of them never came with a good outcome.
He had a blanket spread out on the lawn of their Madison home with trays of watercolors and paper. He patted the blanket for Zoe to join while Samson basked in the grass under a sunspot.