CHAPTER 39
“Only you would attempt to paint your living room with a cast on your ankle. Here.” Howard takes the brush from Lary’s hand, reaching to get the higher bits. “However, I do love the color.”
“Meadow Moss.” Lary surveys the half-finished, soft green walls. “Guaranteed to bring the beauty of the outdoors indoors.”
“To impress a certain Mexican gentleman whenever he returns.”
“Exactly. Your regatta performance is coming up.”
Howard’s hand stops running the brush along the angle between the ceiling and the wall. “Sharon is going to be very impressed. I’ve been practicing.”
“Taking private lessons on the sly, are you?”
“Traveling all the way to Burlington Yacht Club twice a week so I don’t run into her.”
Lary hobbles over to her stack of green garbage bags, and begins stuffing
