Kaleidoscope Hearts
“It’s a sucky realization. I spend the rest of my morning painting the ocean from the balcony in my room, and then gather my stuff and head to the hospital. When I get there, I walk to Jen’s office and knock once, even though her door is slightly parted.
“Come in!” she calls, so I peek my head in. Unlike most of the people in the hospital, Jen wears slacks and a blouse to work—at least that’s what she’s worn every time I’ve seen her. She looks up and smiles at me as she continues to wipe a stain on her white blouse. “Sorry. Damn coffee.”
“That’s what happens when you wear a white shirt,” I say, as she laughs.
“Every single time. You would think I’d learn.”
I look down at my own white shirt and shrug. “I’m a painter, so I can get away with it. Anyway, I came by to ask you a question.”
“Of course. Take a seat.” She signals to the chairs in front of her, and I plop down in the nearest one.
“I know this is probably impossible to do, but I have to ask—is there any way I can repaint the hall...s in the pediatrics wing?”MoreLess
“Come in!” she calls, so I peek my head in. Unlike most of the people in the hospital, Jen wears slacks and a blouse to work—at least that’s what she’s worn every time I’ve seen her. She looks up and smiles at me as she continues to wipe a stain on her white blouse. “Sorry. Damn coffee.”
“That’s what happens when you wear a white shirt,” I say, as she laughs.
“Every single time. You would think I’d learn.”
I look down at my own white shirt and shrug. “I’m a painter, so I can get away with it. Anyway, I came by to ask you a question.”
“Of course. Take a seat.” She signals to the chairs in front of her, and I plop down in the nearest one.
“I know this is probably impossible to do, but I have to ask—is there any way I can repaint the hall...s in the pediatrics wing?”MoreLess
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