She spent the afternoon staring at their front door.

“Waiting for someone?”

“What color is this?”

He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, “It certainly tastes like red.”

“Yes, it is red, isn’t it?”

“Seems so.”

She buried her head in her hands.

“But couldn’t it be just a bit more red?”

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