Kevin Foster
The family gathered to paint the son's room after he departed in January. With the sister's marriage looming the following summer, they would need the extra space for the fiancé's family to sleep. They were all embarrassed by the room's state. Its walls had been painted a deep blue, especially somber in the glow of a lamp, then covered in disillusioned phrases scribbled in silver sharpie. The family laughed less and less about the room, and the anger, and when he was gone they decided to paint it back to white. One coat in February, another in March, again and again they painted; the words could be covered, but the somber blue gave the new white walls a strange hue.
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