“You know,” she said excitedly, “your living room could be a perfect dream! Couldn’t it, George? Can’t you see it?” “Yup,” said her husband. “Nice, all right.” “Just tear out all this white-painted woodwork,” Grace said, her eyes narrowing. “Panel it all in knotty pine wiped with linseed oil with a little umber added. Cover the couch in lipstick red—red red. Know what I mean?”
