"Impressive," Willow said.
"I'll tell you about it, if you'd like. But I've got to get a beer.
Want one?"
"No thanks."
Patrick returned with a Heineken, his new favorite. "Yeah, I finished a house and garage up on the mountain. The Van Slyke's. Do you know them?" Willow shook her head, no. "He's a painter, and she's a—looker. He showed me his studio. Do you know what art is, Willow?"
"God, Patrick," she said.
"What's the matter?"
"You ask the most amazing questions."
"Well, I asked Hendrik—Mr. Van Slyke—and he showed me his studio."
"Modest Hendrik."
"He was modest, in a frustrated way. He showed me a painting that he's been working on all year. Said he couldn't get it. He said that art had to be true."