Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House painting

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weather warranted.Awning by awning, Ethan approached the Expedition,from his jacket pocket.Ahead, Tink twice slowed to an amble, looked back at Ethan, but didn’t stop.The ozone-scented cascades of rain couldn’t rinse away the yeasty aroma of freshly baked bread, which issued from one of the glittery restaurants lock-release button on his key fob. The Expedition chirruped at him.Having waited until there was no passing traffic to splash him, he rounded the back of the vehicle while a chance remained that he could avoid an immediate need for a dry cleaner.Approaching the driver’s door, he realized that he had not taken a close look at the SUV itself from the shelter of the final awning, and suddenly he was convinced that this time, when he got behind preparing to open their doors for dinner.At the end of the block, the dog halted once more, turning its head to stare.Though her voice was muffled by distance, screened by the sizzle of rain and the swish of passing traffic, the woman could be heard saying, “Tink, let’s go.” She repeated the command twice before the dog began to move again, picking up the slack in its leash.The trio disappeared around the corner.Arriving at the red zone near the end of the block, where he had [162] parked illegally, Ethan hesitated under the last awning. He monitored the approaching traffic until he saw a long gap between vehicles.He stepped into the rain and crossed the sidewalk. He jumped over the dirty racing current in the gutter.Behind his SUV, he thumbed the