Jack’s voice boomed through the house. The budgie, Yellow Bird, chattered in the kitchen. Rosemary was outside hanging laundry and Danny was in his parent’s washroom. He opened the medicine chest and looked at the small line-up of little bottles of prescription medicines that his father took — th...
The face is long and rather narrow, coming to a point in a closely trimmed beard. Frown lines have etched themselves into his forehead. Walsingham was in his early fifties when he sat for the painting, and no effort has been made to conceal the encroaching signs of age. The eye sockets are sunken...