It was an old, two-story house, three stories if you count the stand-up attic. High on a corner lot, it caught your eye because it was pink.
They lived there together for 30 years. She was gentle and kind. He drank too much and worked too hard, and he could be rough.
He had no interest in painting his house pink. But she liked the color and asked him to do it. And so he did, climbing a ladder, scraping and painting every few years.
It was his way of trying to make her happy and making amends.
They lived there together for 30 years. She was gentle and kind. He drank too much and worked too hard, and he could be rough.
He had no interest in painting his house pink. But she liked the color and asked him to do it. And so he did, climbing a ladder, scraping and painting every few years.
It was his way of trying to make her happy and making amends.
