"Is he a professional painter?" Lee asked.
"No, he's an engineer. They wouldn't let him go to art school. He's trying to teach himself." She shrugged and ogled the ceiling.
Her emotions said, Men are like that.
"What does your husband think of Talent?" Sordman asked. "Does he share your prejudice?"
"Didn't you meet Len?"
"Where?" He stroked his beard. "Is he the Len downstairs in the beer hall?"
"Of course!"
"I'm afraid I didn't make the connection."
He felt two other minds run like hounds down the same trail.
Lee studied the painting. "Why does your husband hate Talent?"