Marie recognized the proverbial trace of motor oil coming from the tool shed she learned to get used to over the years. Suddenly she was startled to see Peter there with Vince’s kids doing the same thing for freshmen class. He and a few of Marie’s cousins were all crouched on the concrete driveway that served as a car shed around the banner with bricks placed on each corner. Markers, paintbrushes, and paint tubes littered the floor. For some odd reason Marie finding herself uncomfortable at first, she definitely didn’t want to give the wrong impression particularly to Peter that she couldn’t draw although deep inside she knew he was far better in art than she was. Peter waved a hand acknowledging her presence. She nodded a gesture in return. In next half hour Marie patiently waited sitting on the rear bumper of a rusty Jeep nearby. She began to relax admirably watching Peter work. He as well was watching her from the corner of his eye. “You may need to trace over the letters again in black marker so it doesn’t look so flat,” Peter suggested while filling in the colors. Tilting her head for better look, “yeah, “thanks man, we could never do the outline without you. We can will fill in the rest of colors,” Rose replied. Marie couldn’t help to notice how Peter’s forearm flexed while stroking and outlining, how his cable muscles contracted from his wrist to the tip of his elbow. She marveled at the whole choreography, liking what she saw. There was also something genuine in the way he contrived the mediums, something gentle, and caring about it. He brought a hand to his chin then brought himself to his feet, brushing the dust off from his black jeans. You could see the satisfaction and contentment warring in his expression. EIPRMF Chapter 11: 1994
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