"Most any color will," she says. It's easier to take, just then, the the compliment. She knows it's one, but she doesn't want to hear how pretty she is. It still feels raw.

But yellow's a good color. Bright, cheerful. Fall, but a far cry from the dreary, rainy falls of Ketterdam.

"And you'll do reds, won't you?" she asks, looking at the flowers, and the ribbons, and knowing Nina. There's always red somewhere with Nina, if she can help it.