Yellow Buttons
The sitting room was a small one. It had no windows and the furniture could barely fit. A large painting of dogs at a poker table hung on one side of the wall. Another painting, a badly renditioned Mona Lisa hung on another side facing the wall clock. I sat on the only couch it offered facing the 48 inches television that hung on the white wall. The volume on the television was turned down and a girl, with a mouth the size of a bucket was yapping about love. For a minute or so, I watched, listening to her go on about the beauty of being in love.