I don't do that anymore. "
she said, talking to a friend in her kitchen.
She was talking about oil painting.
" I gave it up when I got busy,
Work, the kids, you know how it is."
She said all this while poking at a half eaten piece of cake.
I guess I was just curious,
said the friend.
The woman's husband,
in a recliner in the next room,
did not look up from his newspaper