mauldafter that, but he neNot until he led me homeKya thought. She looked.
how Ma‘s mind had puithese portraits wouldbut he never came back to our place again."
me home that first time I took the boat into the marsh.
She looked at the painting-so pastel, so peaceful. Some-bind had pulled beauty from lunacy. Anyone looking atraits would think they portrayed the happiest of families, liv-ing on a seashore, playing in sunshine.
Jodie and Kya sat on the rim of thetKva sat on the rim of the truck bed, still looking quietly athe naintings.