Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- File

For the first time in months, June laughed. Then she went inside to make her mother breakfast.

June hugged her arms. “Heard what?”

“Everything,” she called. “The whole damn fool thing.” Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

They didn’t speak again until the sky turned the color of a faded bruise. The cassette deck clicked off. The Fool stood, brushed the dirt from her slip, and kissed June on the forehead—cold lips, warm breath. For the first time in months, June laughed

“Paint me,” the Fool said. “Before the sun comes up. Before I have to go back to the highway.” For the first time in months

The Fool pulled a crumpled set list from her jacket pocket. It was handwritten on the back of a receipt: