Chapter 3
Dinner with Gena led to a date, then another. Before autumn turned into winter, they were spending weekends together at one apartment or the other. None of the boys or girls Iris had dated in high school were worth the trouble after a couple of months. Now hours spent driving didn’t frustrate Iris nearly as much as time spent apart.
That frustration led to her first painting that passed into reality.
Iris woke early on the Sunday morning of the first heavy snow in December. Getting out of her bed, away from Gena’s warmth and sweet-smelling hair spreading across the pillows, was the last thing Iris wanted.
But the visions never let her sleep in.
She kissed Gena’s cheek, then got dressed as quietly as she could. Iris had gotten into the habit of keeping her cleanest painting c
