“Juvenile?” I nod. “Like a child painted a portrait of their grandmother in seventh-grade art class. But hey, art is very personal. I’m sure Shaun fell in love with it.” “Juvenile?” she says slowly. I shrug and nod; then it hits me. “Oh, don’t tell me, he has a child who painted it?” Anna stares at the painting. “No. I picked it out during the remodel. I fell in love with it at an art expo downtown.” Fuck my life.
