““Which color?” he asks, holding up a green and a yellow ball. His knuckles are flecked with a different-colored paint now. Eggshell blue. “What if I say red?” “Then I guess I’ll have to go wade through the creek and find the red ball.” “You’d do that?” He looks down toward the creek, his hair flashing gold in the sun. “You’d make me?” I hesitate. “Yellow.” He drops both balls at the starting post, and they make a satisfying clunk against each other. “Why’d you choose yellow?” “I’m an artist,” I say. “Yellow is sunlight.” “Sunlight? I don’t know. I think of lemons or butter before I think of sunlight.” “But you’re a chef.” “I am a chef.” “Lemons and butter are nice but not exactly essentials. I can’t live without sunlight.” He puts his hand over his chest. “And my chef ’s heart is breaking right now””
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