James Brown didn't have a hammer at home, but he did have a mover's hand, left behind by the landlord. Although it wasn't handy for driving nails, it was sturdy enough to exert some force. For James, hammering nails was more than manageable.
Under Emily Jenkins' guidance, James drove two nails into the living room wall. Emily immediately hung two picture frames on the nails, both containing her artistic photos. Seeing the pictures, James couldn't help but praise her, "You're already so beautiful, why take artistic photos? Isn't that just intentionally provoking others?"
"James Brown," Emily replied, amused, "At home, I'm not displaying them outside." Emily was very pleased to hear James's compliment.
"And you said you hoped to grow up ugly, but now you love to be vain – aren't you just telling lies?"
"I'm not, now that I've grown up like this, there's nothing I can do about it. Instead of being unable to change, I might as well enjoy it."
