“That took me back,” Ellis said as he and Martin left the movie theater.
Slinging his arm around Ellis’s shoulders, Martin grinned. “To your days as a werewolf?”
“Right. When I was roaming London.” Ellis laughed. “No. I saw the movie when I was in college. It made quite an impression on me. Unfortunately my professor wasn’t too happy with the painting I did trying to depict the emotions of the shifting.”
“Too dark?”
“Nope. Too erotic. You have to admit there’s a definite s****l element to it and in my callow youth I tried to show it.” He shook his head. “Mr. Patterson told me I was losing it, if I remember correctly.”
“Some people just don’t see genius.”
Ellis snorted. “Believe me; looking back, he was right. It was very sophomoric. Ah well, that’s why I went to college in the first
