“Or whatever happened since would go away.” Lee looked out the window, as if the answer was there.
“You mentioned she sings and dances,” Stone said, speaking to him.
“She’s great at that.” Edison responded anyway.
“Okay. I have an idea.” Stone cleared his throat, then stuttered a bit. “How about you…you take the canvas home, and tell her to paint while dancing? Would you go for something like that?”
“Would you?” Lee asked.
“Truthfully, I would rather she come up with the concept herself, but if you hint broadly, maybe we can get her there.”
“I like that idea,” Lee said.
“I couldn’t draw or paint me.”
“You have other skills.” Lee touched Edison’s arm.
Though Edison made a sound not nearly as sexy or pleasant as the ones he’d made back in November, Stone still imagined painting him,
