The painting stopped.
It had been several minutes. The tree was beautiful. Brown trunk and branches. Beautiful realistic leaves seemingly fluttered in light from somewhere. Blue sky behind. Green grass and colorful flowers.
Katty leaned forward and touched the wall. Still wet. Orange paint came off on her fingertip. Wha?
She held her finger up to Noell, shaking her head.
Noell frowned and touched Katty’s finger. Her own finger now had orange paint on it. She stood up and touched the wall with her other hand. “But … it’s dry.” She touched several other areas—the orange especially— and turned her finger toward Katty to see. “It’s dry.”
Katty scooted closer and touched another area. Wet. She showed Noell. “Why is it wet for me and dry for you?”
Noell sat beside the wall and wiped her ey
