Chapter 4
“Maybe…” Brian said under his breath.
“Yes?”
“Nothing. I used to paint a little. Nothing a good as my grandfather’s work. Still, I enjoyed playing around with it—and drawing, which I’m better at.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you got back into it again, using the studio,” Mr. Johnson said. “For the moment, however, I need to return to my office, and you should do what’s necessary to move in here. That is presuming you intend to.”
“I do. Hell, this place is a lot better than my furnished apartment. At least I won’t have to move any furniture. I’ll have to pack up my clothes, and books, and what have you, but it shouldn’t take too long. I can call for one of those large cabs to move it all over here. Not until tomorrow, though. I have to work today.”