He wondered if he was nuts. Not for the first time.
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Pablo stood in his stained white apron, smoking a cigarette behind Karadag’s Kitchen at Ong’s Hat, New Jersey
“Perhaps Gauguin and I will work together again,” you say as he’s leaving and someone down the hall drops something, a dish plate, a glass, something, and it shatters. Out the window, the wet sky with its Socrates-grey beard of clouds stares at you like you’re an idiot but you finally understand it’s afraid you, the passionate painter who dares….