SERIES: THE GIRL FROM THE MUSEUM
"The girl with black hair is right next to me. I don’t remember her sitting there. She’s watching the woman drowning in purple paint. I’m definitely past my lethargy. The worms have disappeared, the walls are no longer looking at me, and there is no more blood on the floor."
Moonstruck Me, 1996
SERIES: THE GIRL FROM THE MUSEUM
I swallow hard.
"I think this painting looks ridiculous," I say dryly, and point at the lavender shape stretching on the canvas.
The girl doesn’t look at me, but arches an eyebrow. She has a slight smile on her face. "There are some flaws to it," she admits.
"There are flaws everywhere."
"What a fascinating theory."
I must admit... Sarcasm suits her perfectly.
