They spent the rest of the drive across Washington talking about more innocuous things than revenge and pornos. Gracie’s favorite color turned out to be very specific. “The spring green of the fiddlehead ferns when they first start unfurling. You see it for about a week, then they turn a darker green, and I’m over it.”
“That is the most detailed answer to the favorite color question that I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, what’s yours?”
He had to admit that he didn’t have any strong color preferences. “Brown works just fine for me.”
“Brown is an underrated color,” she agreed. “Trees and wood are a thousand different shades of brown. Then there’s chocolate.”
“Good point. And coffee.”
“Many fur coats are brown.”
“Cockroaches are brown.”
“Next topic,” she said quickly. “Not a fan of cockroaches
