At the end of that day the painting was still unframed. It went back in the trunk of the car, back in the same black plastic bag we brought it in.
"We'll try again tomorrow," my mother said in the parking lot. "He said he's got more."
"Why don't you just go by yourself?" Greta asked.
"Absolutely not. This is something Finn made for the two of you. This is your responsibility."
Tell the Wolves I'm Home, Carol Rifka Brunt
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