"It's all a lie," Hangman daughters told him in her melodically voice, "but most things are," she sat the brush down, stepped back, than something washed over her and a sigh escaped her mouth followed by a "fuck," Jane had surfaced this time, her head turned to look at Cliff and she stepped to take the painting down,
"Cliff, what's up?" she asked as she moved across a room, open a door, threw the picture into the room, shutting the door.