The way she ground the dark brown powder on the wooden board. The way she dropped the golden linseed oil on the pile and swirled. The way the blood trickled from her earlobe after the piercing. The way she cut the vegetables precisely in the kitchen, arranging them on the plate by color. The way he stabbed his hard orange brush at the canvas. The way she scrubbed the silver right back into the bowl on the cold hard step of the house. The way she tried to fit the blue and white tile back together from its two pieces.