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"What the hell does that even mean?" I whisper to Tucker, whose entire face is flushed fro so hard

"Like this!" Aria declares suddenly "This is interpretation!"

I glance over to find her swiping Fitzy’s canvas off his easel The big guy runores hirand flourish

My jaw drops when I see what Tucker’s friend has painted It’s Spector, but a badass version of hi a shield Instead of thesword jutting frouy’s crotch Like, a sorthy of Game of Thrones

"Dude," Tucker exclai!" a wide-eyed Carin gushes to her date

He shrugs "It’s all right"

His ives his hi it ho jokes and sipping our wine Every so often, Tucker leans toward the elderly gentleuy out

"Naw, ine that the light is hitting his arm from up there So the shadoould be down here"

The oldis a waste of time"

"Hiram!" his wife scolds

"What? It’s true," he says in a crabby voice, then gives Tucker and ht you would enjoy it," the gray-haired woman protests "You’ve always told me how much you envy my artistic skills"

The couple appears to be in their late sixties Or hell, e Besides, seniors look so young these days Nana could pass for my older sister

"Gee, I’m sorry, Doris, but I never learned how to draw naked folks when I was getting shot at in ’Nam!"

Doris slams her brush on the table "We talked about this! Dr Phillips said you weren’t allowed to discuss Vietnam anymore It’s destructive to our relationship"

"It was thetime of my life," he says stubbornly

"And you think it was easy fortwo children in diapers while you were off hunting Charlie?"

He squawks in outrage "You iping bottos!"

I bite h this isn’t a particularly funny conversation Maybe the wine has gone to my head

"No," Tucker drawls "Hiraeous and obviously devoted to you And Doris, Hiraht for his country to keep you and your children safe--think of how much he ht, huh? Why don’t we just focus on painting this nice fellow over there and doing justice to his equipment?"