Saving Grace
“He picked up the first one. Different shades of green radiated nature in a Kermet-the-Frog, wood nymph kind of way. Was he a green person? He’d never thought of himself as a lover of green. He didn’t hate green, but grass-green walls and green furniture was too much.
He tossed that one on the floor and picked up the next board. It was pale yellows. The paint color resembled his last urine test. He tossed that one on the floor.
The next sample board had a swatch of brown leather and a design of a sofa and chair that looked overstuffed and comfortable. The paint was kind of a dirty white and the material was the color of a ripe peach. It wasn’t bad. Was he a brown-leather, peachy sort of guy?
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Grace to see what she thought, and then he remembered that he wasn’t speaking to her because she had a date with some mystery guy. He threw the sample board on the floor.
Grace wouldn’t go out with him, but she’d sure found someone else in a big damn hurry.
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