Chapter 131

"This is beautiful," he said, rubbing her hair fondly in a way he has come to enjoy. "I know," she said laughing. Moving further into the room. "See this," she said, producing an oil painting. "A painting of Mitchell," he said in awe at the perfection and beauty of the work. "What do you think?" She asked. "Are you asking me if it s beautiful or perfect? 'Cos you certainly should know it is," he said, not taking his eyes off the painting. "It is? Isn t it? She asked again. Do you like it?" "I do... and I am sure Mitchell would be overwhelmed with this," "But it isn t for her" "Oh, it s going to an exhibition, isn t it? He asked jokingly. Though he knew he could never allow anybody to have a painting of Mitchell in their room. He alone has the exclusive right to her. She laughed too. Someday... But I d like to perfect my work and get trained before I take that hug