A Story Of One Painting

"Don't be naïve, Michael," the words flow uncontrollably now, tears streaming down your cheeks, "look around! They--" "I said stop it, Mary!" he hollers and jumps up from the couch clapping his hands in fury. "Why?" you bristle, "Does the truth bite you in the ass?" "Maryam," he hisses tartly. The change in his tone...