““Your house has two colors," she said, while looking up at a corner of my ceiling and walls. "Yes," I replied. "Why is that rainbow beach blanket on the couch?" I replied, "Color." She bent over and ripped the beach towel off my white couch. Maybe she thought I was trying to hide something. "You talk a lot," she said sarcastically. I looked back at her. Maybe I raised an eyebrow, but I didn't say anything. She's right, of course. I don't talk much. I am a simple man. I speak from my heart. Sometimes, I write poetry.””
