e surprised me and asked me about Bryce。 Why was I so crazy about Bryce？
I told him about his eyes and his hair and the way his cheeks blush； but I don't think I
explained it very well because when I was done Dad shook
his head and told me in soft； heavy words that I needed to start looking at the whole
landscape。
I didn't really know what he meant by that； but it made me want to argue with him。 How could
he possibly understand about Bryce？ He didn't know
him！
But this was not an arguing spot。 Those were scattered throughout the house； but not out
here。
We were both quiet for a record…breaking amount of time before he kissed me on the
forehead and said； “Proper lighting is everything； Julianna。”
Proper lighting？ What was that supposed to mean？ I sat there wondering； but I was afraid
that by asking I'd be admitting that I wasn't mature
enough to understand； and for some reason it felt obvious。 Like I should understand。
After that he didn't talk so much about events as he did about ideas。 And the older I got； the
more philosophical he seemed to get。 I don't know if
he really got more philosophical or if he just thought I could handle it now that I was in the
double digits。
Mostly the things he talked about floated around me； but once in a while something would
happen and I would understand exactly what he had
meant。 “A painting is mo