"No glass," Patrick said.
"He's drinking alone."
"Why is he turned? Who is he looking at?"
"Maybe if I knew that, I could paint the goddamned thing."
"Oh," Patrick said. "I like it—so far, anyway. Pretty intense."
"Hendrik, are you there with Patrick?" Mrs. Van Slyke's voice came loudly through an intercom. Hendrik made a face, went over to the door, and pressed a plastic button.
"Yes, Dear."
"Parker is here for Patrick."
"Be right there," Hendrik said.
They walked side by side to the main house. Patrick felt himself looking at Mrs. Van Slyke differently; he was seeing her partly through Hendrik's eyes, as Hendrik had painted her. She was more female.