'Professor Simple, I can't draw
a straight line', said Eli's dark-
haired talentless protege, Her
look one of befuddlement. He
looked at her, & asking in all
honesty, What would you do
with it? she was into his arms;
their faces making monkey-
like contortions with breathy,
******* noises. 'But I want to
be a painter, she whined with
her Kievian accent. 'You have
not got what little Adolf has
got; stamina, purpose, vision.'
'I can so be a great painter! I
just have to spill enough paint.
He stood looking over her
scrawny arms. 'How much
paint can you carry in a day?'
'I'll use tubes,' she retorted.
'Then I Guess you'll brush ur
teeth with it too.' 'If I must...'
As soon as she said it, she
knew she'd be invited over
for dinner as penance for her
allowing him to use her as a
willing piece of warm meat.