Friday morning Larry was gone before I woke up. I felt really bad. Not just hung over. I felt like I wanted to smash something, and it scared me, ‘cause I never feel like that. Work helped a bit, ‘cause I had stuff to do, but my boss kept telling me not to look so bloody scary ‘cause it was bad for business.
When I got back home, I remembered Ren was due. I didn’t feel much like painting or sketching or nothing, but then I thought, maybe if I painted something really good, Larry would like me again. So I worked really hard on it. I was just putting away my stuff when Ren came over to me. I’d thought he was getting his kit back on, but he hadn’t. He was still in the nude.
“Can I see?” he asked.
“Nah,” I said. “I don’t want no one to see it till it’s finished.”
Ren smiled. “I could make
