One night, I got a call from Eric.
“Get your cute butt out of your apartment and let’s go have fun!” he said.
I laughed. “Pick me up in thirty.”
I smiled and then dialed Sarah’s number. “Be here in twenty! We’re going out.”
A few minutes later, as I watched Eric’s car stop in front of my apartment and Sarah walk up the steps to meet me, my heart warmed up. If I could translate this into my painting, I realized, Eric and Sarah would be my first strokes of yellow.
As we approached Eric’s car, he frowned when he saw Sarah.
“What?” I asked him.
“I didn’t know you were bringing your hump-every-stiff-pole friend.”
Sarah stopped in her tracks and looked from me to him twice. And then she laughed innocently. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you referring to yourself?” she asked Eric evenly.
Eric rolled his eyes. “
