"I''m serious, Ryder. I love these silk sheets. If you haven''t noticed, I''m quite fond of my silk pajamas. We could upgrade the sofa and chairs. They''re a bit old, and I prefer deeper couches. I''m not particrly fond of white, but red does bnce everything dicely. We could put more pictures on the walls..." I spoke while imagining these possible changes, suddenly realizing I did have ideas-I just hadn''t given them serious thought before.
"I''m d you said that," Ryder snapped his fingers and walked into the closet. When he emerged, he was holding two massive paintings. As he turned them around, I saw they were pieces I''d drawn long ago-one of a wolf''s head, the other of a bald eagle. “These were my favorites from your sketchbook. I had them framed and really wanted to hang them up."
My voice caught in my throat, momentarily speechless. Ife''d chosen erfect frames for them-a light gray weathered wood. The frames were substantial, made of real wood, which made every pencil stroke stand out more.
I walked over and picked up the wolf head drawing to examine it more closely. Memories flooded back of midsummer, when I rarely stayed at the pack house. Back then, I was lost, finding brief moments of peace only when I was drawing. Now Ryder had brought that memory back to me.
Looking around, I suggested, "How about over the dresser?" There was an empty space there that seemed perfect for the artwork.
"Sounds good," Ryder set down the paintings and went to the kitchte, returning with a hammer and nails. He''d clearly nned this in advance. After helping him level the pictures, we stepped back to admire the result.
"They really do belong here," I said, gently wrapping my arm around his.
"I agree. They''re beautiful pieces."
4
Just then, a knock came at the door. Ryder went to answer it.
"Dinner is served," Ama''s cheerful voice announced as she entered. "Oh, you''ve already hung them up!" William followed Ama inside, immediately noticing my artwork on the wall.
Ama set down the food and looked up with a smile. "Ah, the wolf head."
"Why do you say it like that?" William asked while opening the food,
"That drawing was supposedly really difficult to get right. She was grumpy for almost a month because it wasn''t turning out how she wanted. Something about the eyes, I think,” Ama shook her head handing me my food.
"Hey! If the eyes are good, the whole piece is good," I protested. Ryder sat down beside me. William passed him his food, then settled into the armchair.
"What movie did you choose?" he asked.
"We haven''t picked yet. Been busy hanging artwork," I answered after taking a bite of my Italian sandwich.
''I want a horror movie!" Ama scrunched her face at me.
"Any rmendations?" I asked Ryder.
The Grudge 2."
"Damn! I haven''t seen that one yet!" Ama eximed excitedly.
"Sounds good. It''s been ages since I''ve watched it," William said with his mouth full of food.
"de, can you grab my stuff from school tomorrow too? I have a few things to take care of here," Ama asked me.
"Sure," I nodded.
"Why did you suddenly call her de?" Ryder questioned.
"Seriously. When do we get to call you de?" Williamined.
Smiling, I asked, "Why would you want to call me de?"
"Everyone else does," he replied.
"Everyone else calls me Luna," I pointed out as I finished my sandwich.
"You know what I mean! I want to call you de too, it''s cool!" William finished his food. He stood up, grabbing everyone''s utensils and food wrappers, walking toward the trash.
"Ama, should I let him call me de?" I asked her.
"No. That''s reserved for me, Leonard, and Logan!"
"Thedy has spoken!" Iughed, leaning against Ryder.
Lfelt a wave of annoyance from him. Thinking it was directed at me, I moved away
andy down on my side of the couch. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ryder didn''t seem to register my movement, or if he did, he chose not toment on it.
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