Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace painting

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped Hair painting
I’ve given up the brain-damage theory.”[241] “Good for you. So what happened after you left the florist?”Operating on the two-ghost theory of credibility, Ethan didn’t tell him about the PT Cruiser, but said, “I went to a bar.”“You’re not a guy if you’re a believer.”“Are you a believer?”“I used to be.”“Not since Hannah died, huh?”Ethan shrugged. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. It’s a day-to-day thing.”After giving him a look that could have peeled an onion layer by layer to the pearl at the corewho looks for answers in a glass of gin.”“This was Scotch. Didn’t find any answers there either. Might try vodka next.”“So that’s everything? You’ve come clean with me now?”With all the conviction that he could muster, Ethan said, “What—this whole mess isn’t X-Files enough already? You want there should be some aliens in it, vampires, werewolves?”“What’re you—dodging the question?”“I’m not dodging anything,” Ethan said, regretting that he was going to be forced to lie boldly rather than by indirection. “Yeah, that was everything, through the flower shop. I was drinking Scotch when I got your call.”“Truth?”“Yeah. I was drinking Scotch, I got your call.”“Remember, you’re in a church here.”“The whole world’s a church