Re: Well after 6, opening day
She looked honestly and truly shocked a moment, and she said nothing as she continued to touch the edge of the painting quietly in the endless still.
"I tried to have my birthday changed to November 2nd when I was 12 years old," she told him, looking at the painting all the while. "Halloween was, I thought, a bad day for a birthday. Not because of death and spirits, but because it's so commercialized, so wrong in every way. It's not about what it should be about; about living." She looked over at him. "I think that means I share a birthday with the artist. I should get a discount."