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Buried away. Lost like everything else. y mother had led us inside the house and we were now standing in the kitchen. Elysius’s kitchen was restaurant grade, stainless steel and marble, with elegant lighting, kept pristine because she barely ever uses it. Her refrigerator was reliably stocked with things like baby carrots, yogurt, and healthy organic sprout salad takeout boxes, alongside exotic things like certain types of fish flown in from far-off islands, edible flowers, and bulbous roots that, I swear, were black market and vaguely illegal.
Daniel hugged me, too. He smelled of expensive products—hair gels and imported soaps. ” I asked. ” Abbot slipped around Daniel and stepped into the studio as he always did—with an expression of awe. He loved the narrow stairs to the loft, the espresso machine, the exposed beams, and, of course, he loved the huge canvases in various stages of development propped against walls. “I had a little idea, so I popped in,” Daniel said. ” Abbot said. ” He pointed to a pair of shoes just a few feet away. “See, if I get paint on the suit, it’s one thing, but the shoes are handmade.
A boat far off with full sails,” he said. ” I said to Daniel quietly. He put a hand on my shoulder. “You’re one to talk,” he whispered. ” I always felt honored that Daniel saw my work as a pastry chef as art. He wasn’t rarefied about art. He believed it belonged to all of us, and he always raved about my work. And, at this moment, he was speaking to me as an artist. “You’ve got to get back to creating. ” I was surprised he put it so bluntly, but relieved, too. I was tired of sympathy. “I haven’t started up again, not yet,” I said.