#Chapter 36
Evelyn
My back and wrists are crying in pain. The gentle strings of my tendons are stretched and aching. The layer of muscles in my shoulders, arms, and lower back are jammed with cramps to a hundred degrees. I can't move an inch without hissing in pain.
Ivan, Connor, Yasmine, and Warren did the most work. But I went to all of them and corrected their brush movements and pace so we wouldn't have to do another coat. And so the walls would look like they had been done by professionals and not by some rich and excited amateurs who had nothing better to do.
While some took little breaks in between, I didn't. I went to each of their walls and let my brush course onto the surface just to be safe. And now I was tired more than anyone in the room. Even my eyes are dropping and my stomach is twisting in hunger.
I am tired and hungry, but happy.
