Alfredo set down his ladle, walked over, and pressed a palm to the wet paint. For a moment — just a moment — his eyes went distant, like he was seeing something beyond the wall.
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And somewhere, Nikita wagged her tail like a promise. Alfredo set down his ladle, walked over, and
Nikita lifted her head and howled softly — not in sadness, but in song. A long, low note that seemed to reach up through the crumbling ceiling and into the nowhere above. Alfredo set down his ladle
He painted those skies on the only canvas left: the wall of Alfredo’s kitchen.
“Romeo,” Alfredo said, not looking up from his onions. “You paint another sky, the whole wall will float away.”