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“That surprises me—you seem like you would”

“Why?”

“Because you’re very…free-spirited And you’re an artist”

“I see Well, sorry to disappoint you What’s your favorite color?”

“I don’t have one”

“That’s stupid Everyone has a favorite color”

He arched one dark eyebrow “Did you just call me stupid?”

“No Your lack of favorite color is stupid”

“Fine, what’s yours?”

“Well, I’m an artist, so I have a close relationship with color I like cool colors—they’re very cal And of course warm colors are quite passionate So I have to say litter”

He laughed and she felt a sed to pull an expression of humor out of him “That isn’t a color”

“Sure it is I’ and advertising and everything else you have a hand in Siblings?” she asked

“No,” he said “You?”

“Two My sister is a pediatrician andquarterback for the Seahawks Impressive, I know”

“Very So how did you get into art?”

She fought off the sting of embarrassment that always came when she had to talk about Jack and Emma It wasn’t fair, really They deserved their success They earned it They had talent, and they worked hard

They didn’t deserve for her to make it about her Still, it was never fun to talk about But talking about it was better than living in a tohere everyone knew that you were, without question, the big letdown of your family

“I’ve always been interested in it Started drawing and painting really young”

“Did you go to school for it?”