waste basket and got up, then started singing.
“Sisters are doing it for themselves!” she sang out loud and danced out in the hallway. She could really turn her moods around quick my sister. I danced along with her.
We walked down to the kitchen and had a nice family dinner. Jason talked about his work a bit and how an old man that had come in a few times had the best stories to tell about being out at sea. Then he told us about how he got hit on by some model from New York. A lot of fun people walked into his bar. Jason is great at telling stories, he captivates whoever is listening, it's great to listen to!
You never tire of it.
It was getting late and I was still a little tired from the night before. Jason offered to drive me home so I said my goodbyes, got a huge hug from my sister and then we left.
As I got back, the first thing I looked at was my painting, my dream was starting to fade and the painting was only a glimpse of what the man had looked like.
Reason told me I was crazy holding on to a dream like that. I'd probably seen the guy from some model poster or something, I told myself and laughed.
I got ready for bed, then fell asleep looking at the man I had imagined.