Fingerpainting Ch 02
Cat couldn’t get Evan out of her head. She had been trying since the moment he walked away from the café table the previous night. ‘Damn’ she muttered as she stood up from the kitchen table in her apartment. She walked to the refrigerator to get chilled water. She leaned against the cabinet and stared at the drawing pad on the table. The beginnings of a cityscape were apparent. The foreground was entirely erased. She often used either herself or Ande for the model of any woman in her art and...