Pablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar painting

Pablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar paintingPablo Picasso Large Nude in Red Armchair paintingPablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror painting
Ethan knew what he meant. “Covering each other’s ass again.”For such a big man, Hazard made little noise as he walked from the nave to the narthex, and out of the church.Having a reliable friend to watch your back is a comfort, but the consolation and support provided by even the best of friends is no match for what a loving idence of voice and the beautiful geometry of her smile.He felt homeless, without hearth or anchor. His apartment in the Manheim house awaited his return, offering many comforts, but it was merely a residence, not a place endeared to him. He had once in this long strange day: when he’d stood at Hannah’s grave, where she lay beside an empty plot to which he held the deed.friendship are deeply placed and strongly built, but the warmest and most secure retreat in Ethan’s heart was the one that he had shared with Hannah, where these days she lived only as a precious ghost, a sweet haunting memory.He could have told her wife can be to a husband, or a loving husband to a wife. In the architecture of the heart, the rooms of the five years that she’d been gone, he had never missed her more than he missed her at this moment. Sitting alone in a silent church, keenly aware of the soft beating of the rain on the roof, of the lingering fragrance of incense, of the ruby light of the votive candles, but unable to detect the faintest whisper, whiff, or glimmer of God, Ethan longed not for eveverything—about the phantom in the mirror, about his second death outside Forever Roses—and she would have believed him. Together they’d have sought some understanding.During