“No,” he replied.
She surveyed the auditorium’s walls and ceiling with telescopic eyes. He sat stone-faced, staring at the blank screen.
“Must’ve painted not long ago. Do you smell it now?” she burst.
“No,” he barked back. “Shhhh!”
Lights dimmed. Movie commenced. When it finished, the audience filed out.
“Can’t understand what was painted,” she admitted to her companion, rising from her seat.
I walked out behind them, having sat by her other side. She glanced back. I smiled sheepishly.
If only I had the nerve to tell... I’ve been painting my house.