A strange feature for any civilian home to have, the kind of thing that's reserved for a gimmicky lounge or a deeply upscale museum, nothing as unremarkably in between as some writer's Brooklyn apartment. If he's renting, he definitely didn't have permission, if he's owning through a co-op, he's hilariously devalued the property, for corny decor.
But he likes it, and the ceiling's high enough that it works well. So. Whatever.
"The painter was cute and wanted the practice. I developed a temporary sinus condition in response to inhaling fumes and had to stay in a motel in Long Island for two weeks while it dried."
This sounds like a story about a pretty girl; the painter was a 45 year old Belarusian man, and Daniel convinced himself he was practicing his rusty language skills and helping somebody out, not staring like a repressed psychopath. Honesty is not a tactic. He doesn't know why he tells Armand, other than he tells Armand because he's stalling, and he knows that, and he knows Armand knows that, even though neither of them can read the other's mind.
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A strange feature for any civilian home to have, the kind of thing that's reserved for a gimmicky lounge or a deeply upscale museum, nothing as unremarkably in between as some writer's Brooklyn apartment. If he's renting, he definitely didn't have permission, if he's owning through a co-op, he's hilariously devalued the property, for corny decor.
But he likes it, and the ceiling's high enough that it works well. So. Whatever.
"The painter was cute and wanted the practice. I developed a temporary sinus condition in response to inhaling fumes and had to stay in a motel in Long Island for two weeks while it dried."
This sounds like a story about a pretty girl; the painter was a 45 year old Belarusian man, and Daniel convinced himself he was practicing his rusty language skills and helping somebody out, not staring like a repressed psychopath. Honesty is not a tactic. He doesn't know why he tells Armand, other than he tells Armand because he's stalling, and he knows that, and he knows Armand knows that, even though neither of them can read the other's mind.
"So, uh..."