Chapter 21 – A Sudden Illness
The whore said, “Oh, Monsieur Lessard, I have seen your painting at La Mirliton. It is so beautiful.”
Henri smiled. “I am the painter Toulouse-Lautrec.”
“Better than nothing,” said Lucien.
When he had been a sailor, Paul Gauguin had dreamed of fields of yellow corn, red cows grazing in meadows, and rusty peasants sleeping on haystacks.
Yellow Haystacks, Golden Harvest – Paul Gauguin – 1889
“Monsieur Paul,” said Bleu. “Come to bed.”