01-23-2021, 06:35 PM
It was cold but not uncomfortable. A solid forty-two on the temp gauge with a slight breeze.
Nice weather for early winter in the mid-west. The stillness was welcoming, birds singing overhead.
Delia sat on the back deck taking in the beauty of her surroundings. She closed her eyes and for a brief
moment, this whole thing began to melt away like a bad dream. Then he got home.
"Hey, aren't you freezing?" Kenny asked as he stood in the patio-style doorway.
Delia turned to meet his inquiry, forcing a half-smile.
"I was only gonna stay for a few." she replied.
Her wardrobe consisted of - an oversized t-shirt, flannel pajama bottoms, a housecoat and terry-cloth slippers.
No make-up. Hair in a quick, messy pony-tail; all while wearing her sleepy-face. She was still the most gorgeous
girl in town. Some women just have it coming and going. Delia was certainly one of those.
"Come see what I got ya." he said, smiling.
They both walk through the house out front to the car. Kenny opens the rear driver-side door as Delia stares
down onto the things taking up residency in the back seat.
"What is all this?" she asked, smiling genuinely now.
He reaches in, grabbing the three large white canvases, passing them to her. Then he picks up a brown paper
gift bag, also handing that off. Finally, he brings out the easel lying across the seat. Delia tries peering down
into the bag.
"Paints and brushes." he said.
"This is all for me?" she asked.
"I thought it might help, with things. Getting back to what you love."
She looked at the canvases in her left arm, then back to Kenny.
"This is very nice. Thank you." she said, still wearing that authentic grin.
"Your old easel got damaged in the move; so I figured, why not just start you over with all new supplies?"
Delia was honestly touched. She leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek.
"Let's go get you set up!" he said shutting the car door and leading the way towards the house.
It would appear that Julie had some painting to do...
Nice weather for early winter in the mid-west. The stillness was welcoming, birds singing overhead.
Delia sat on the back deck taking in the beauty of her surroundings. She closed her eyes and for a brief
moment, this whole thing began to melt away like a bad dream. Then he got home.
"Hey, aren't you freezing?" Kenny asked as he stood in the patio-style doorway.
Delia turned to meet his inquiry, forcing a half-smile.
"I was only gonna stay for a few." she replied.
Her wardrobe consisted of - an oversized t-shirt, flannel pajama bottoms, a housecoat and terry-cloth slippers.
No make-up. Hair in a quick, messy pony-tail; all while wearing her sleepy-face. She was still the most gorgeous
girl in town. Some women just have it coming and going. Delia was certainly one of those.
"Come see what I got ya." he said, smiling.
They both walk through the house out front to the car. Kenny opens the rear driver-side door as Delia stares
down onto the things taking up residency in the back seat.
"What is all this?" she asked, smiling genuinely now.
He reaches in, grabbing the three large white canvases, passing them to her. Then he picks up a brown paper
gift bag, also handing that off. Finally, he brings out the easel lying across the seat. Delia tries peering down
into the bag.
"Paints and brushes." he said.
"This is all for me?" she asked.
"I thought it might help, with things. Getting back to what you love."
She looked at the canvases in her left arm, then back to Kenny.
"This is very nice. Thank you." she said, still wearing that authentic grin.
"Your old easel got damaged in the move; so I figured, why not just start you over with all new supplies?"
Delia was honestly touched. She leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek.
"Let's go get you set up!" he said shutting the car door and leading the way towards the house.
It would appear that Julie had some painting to do...
