
He had about two roller widths painted when I heard, "Oh. That's really red."
"IRIS!" His voice came drifting into the kitchen. "Is this what you REALLY want?"

Grabbing a dish towel and wiping flour from my hands as I wove my way through the furniture stuffed any which way in the half of the room we aren't yet painting, I came to look. It was a wonderful brick red. Just what I wanted.
"Don't worry, Pat." It will tame down when we add the stripes."
"YOU get to paint the stripes." I was informed. Ah. Pat doesn't do brush work. :)
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