Gustav Klimt two girls with an oleander painting

Gustav Klimt two girls with an oleander paintingGustav Klimt Fir Forest paintingRaphael Deposition of Christ painting
For one thing, Reynerd was sitting on his sofa between two bags of potato chips. Turns out he kept a loaded piece in each bag.”“Yet when the shooter rang the bell, Reynerd answered the door unarmed.”“Maybe ’cause he figured I was the true threat, and already through the door. My point is you were right about the potato chips.”“Like I told you, amore incense, exhaled inhibition, and told Hazard about being shot in the gut by Reynerd, opening his eyes to discover he wasn’t shot after all, and in the absence of a wound, nevertheless finding blood under his fingernails.Throughout all this, Hazard’s eyes neither swam out of focus nor shifted toward some far point of the church, as they would have done if he’d decided that Ethan was either jiving or psychotic. Only when Ethan finished did Hazard look down at his folded hands again neighbor said he was paranoid, kept a pistol close to him, stashed it in odd places like that.”“The talky neighbor—that’s bullshit,” Hazard said. “There was no talky neighbor. You knew some other way.”They were at a crossroads of trust and suspicion. Unless Ethan spilled more than he had revealed thus far, Hazard wasn’t going to follow him one step farther. Their friendship would not be finished, but without greater disclosure, it would never be the same.“You’re gonna think I’m mental,” Ethan said.“Already do.”Ethan inhaled .