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Since I have the room to myself, I decide to take Ruthie’s suggestion and paint. As is usually the case when I start a new piece, I lose myself in the brushstrokes. When I step back to take a look at my creation, I realize that, once again, I have no idea how long I have been at it—nor do I care.
I admire my work. The painting is one of my best ever. It’s another view of the waterfall where I spied on Kai and he later shunned my advances. This one uses more muted tones than the one I painted of Kai swimming, but the two pieces complement each other perfectly.
The angle of the viewpoint allows two entwined bodies to be seen on the ledge just beyond the crashing water. I am certain that Kai and I would have been those n***d forms, had his mother not forced him to promise away his prema
