There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“But he did date your roommate …”
“I don’t want to talk about Erin,” I snap.
“Of course,” Gemma offers an expression of sympathy I don’t quite believe.
“What an awful thing. I’m sure you heard about the girl they found down by
Black Point … people are saying she was posed like a painting.”
“That’s what I heard,” I say stiffly.
“Can you imagine if an artist was doing all this?” Gemma pretends to look
around us. “They could be here right now.”
“Are you writing about the murders?”
“Actually …” Gemma smiles brightly. “I’m writing about you. San
Francisco’s newest rising star!”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, it’s certain. Look at these paintings! Just stunning. Drawn from personal
experience, I assume?”
“Yes.”
“Why so many references to childhood?”
“Childhood shapes us all—the events we remember, and even those we
don’t.”
“It’s shaped you as an artist?”
I shrug. “Remedios Varo learned to draw by copying construction blueprints
her father brought home from work. Andy Warhol was a sickly child who
spent his days drawing in bed, surrounded by celebrity posters and
magazines. Our history always influences our aesthetic.”
“These don’t look like happy memories.”
“That one might be,” I nod toward the painting nearest us, which depicts a
girl and a cat curled up asleep in a bed of tulips.