Romeo smiled under his respirator. “Then you’ll have a window.”
Nikita barked once — her agreement noise — and padded over to Romeo, leaning her weight against his leg. She was the color of clouds before a storm. The only white thing left in the district. romeo 39-s blue skies alfredo and nikita
He painted those skies on the only canvas left: the wall of Alfredo’s kitchen. Romeo smiled under his respirator
“Romeo,” Alfredo said, not looking up from his onions. “You paint another sky, the whole wall will float away.” ” Alfredo said
Alfredo set down his ladle, walked over, and pressed a palm to the wet paint. For a moment — just a moment — his eyes went distant, like he was seeing something beyond the wall.