Mrs. Higgins, who was now weeding her flower bed, looked up. "Oh, Arthur. That looks lovely. You can't even tell it was rotted."
Now it's time to paint:
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By Saturday afternoon, Arthur was finally ready for the 'Prime' stage. He applied a thick coat of oil-based primer, watching the thirsty wood drink it in. It turned the sill a stark, unforgiving alabaster. It looked sterile, like a bone set for a cast. looked up. "Oh
He painted the flat surface of the sill with long, confident strokes. Top to bottom. Left to right. He tipped off the wet edges to eliminate brush marks. unforgiving alabaster. It looked sterile