Their voices faded and a part of me wanted to cry out in protest and then it occurred to me that the attic had more than one of those grates...maybe, ...just maybe. I scurried out of the bathroom, looking anxiously about. There was on in the near corner -- I hurried to it, but it was dark and quiet. Damn! I found another across the room and it was dark and quiet too. I balled my fists in frustration and then remembered that there was another grate under my bed! I got down on my belly and wiggled. What….I don't speak Spanish….I read it wrong” she smiled as she went into the stall.I knew that was bullshit but who was I to complain. I went to the sink and was washing my hands when Marie came out of the stall. She walked over to the next sink, looked over and winked at me “What…..I can’t have fun on vacation?” she laughed as I just smiled and shook my head. We finished washing our hands and I made for the paper towels, she reached for the door handle and I put my hand on the door. She. Лодка всё также лежала у стены вверх дном, в соседнем углу огромной кучей лежал брезентовый тент и какие-то куски пленки, у входа на вешалке висели старые плащи, и бушлаты в которых в основном ходили ещё лет 20 назад. У другой стены на полках и крюках висели верёвки, канаты, стояли банки, кисти и ещё много всякой мелочи. Сверху всё это присыпало снегом. Я схватил с вешалки бушлаты и плащи разложил на полу у лодки сказал ей сесть там, а сам тем временем начал натягивать тент сверху так что под. ?Maybe it’s time to hang it again.?I looked at it, seeing an old boyhood memory return to life. The woman was there, just as I’d left her. And now, she was definitely older than the one in my own painting. It was the same woman, just at different ages. We took it out of the frame, carefully of course. There was nothing at the bottom or along any edges. No initials or anything. But on the back of the canvas were two lines of writing. ‘Sullivan’ and ‘#14’.To my delight, I convinced uncle William.