“Also, thank you for taking the portrait down again. It was really freaking me out.” “Again?” “Right.” I watch as he scrapes the partially cooked egg off the frying pan. “I assume you took it down again this morning.” Ethan looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “No, I took it down last night. Remember? We were sitting together on the couch and it was freaking you out, so I took it down.” “No.” My good mood is evaporating. “You said that you put it back up last night. Like, when you went down for water?” “I never put it back up. Why would I do that?”
