speaking anyway. “Adrian’s in college,” I said. “Taking art classes. He’s very talented.” Adrian shot me a questioning—but amused—look at that. Some of his pieces were quite good. Others—especially when he’d been drinking—looked like he’d accidentally spilled paint on canvas. I’d helpfully told him so on a number of occasions. Nathan looked unimpressed. “Yes. He’s done that before. It didn’t last.” “Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change.”
