I DECIDE that if Henry is really painting while we’re doing it and doing it while we’re painting, then what I’m doing while I’m posing is running away.
I wish I could just leave Brogan and Glenna a note saying: Thanks a couple of million times for everything, but right now I’m hiding out in this two-story room with lots of good glare. Drop me a note when the coast is clear. I’ll come back to see you sometime—when I’m about thirty.
Plus I’m glad the big party for all the bankrupt ranchers turned out fine.