Re: Well after 6, opening day
She nodded, but not because she didn't want to talk to him more; she did. But she knew he had his show, and its success was much more important to her now than it had been when she'd walked through the doors. She wanted to ask about his childhood, his life, how he'd found out - a hundred things, really, and then a hundred more. "Go on, artist. It's not like we don't live in the same building." It was a casual invitation, one he could take or leave, and she slid her fingers softly over his cheek a moment longer before moving back and clear of him.
"If you offer to paint anything colorful for 301, I might disown you," she said, but it was an easy sarcasm, something with no venom behind it. She gave him one last look, and then she took her painting, touched the corner of the paint one last time as she looked at him, and she slid out of the small room.
She headed for the hospice; she needed to think. And if there was a tiny skip in her step, well, it wasn't anything anyone would notice.