“I like Sam’s,” Sarah said.

I looked at the picture Sam painted.

        It was a painting of a duck
        
        in a style similar to cubism.
    
    It was a brown duck with sharp and dark contours. If you had an

imagination it was swimming in water. I have an imagination but I didn’t think

it looked like a duck in water. To me it looked like the empty, disappointed

feeling you have when you see a artist fail. I shared my
    
    assessment with Sarah. She gave me a narrowed
    
              eyed look

                  that was

                       half

                           scolding

                                and half

                                    repressing laughter.