Bartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation painting

Bartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation paintingGuan zeju Reflecting paintingWilliam Bouguereau The Song of the Angels painting
] “Ham,” said Fric, for this was a simple response that he could not screw up in the nine thousand ways that he could probably mangle the words peanut butter and jelly.“So you’re having a picnic, are you?” Mr. Devonshire asked, his left eye slowly good eye when talking to him. Right now, however, he wasn’t able to meet the porter’s good eye because he felt so guilty for lying; consequently, he found himself gazing stupidly at the amblyopic eye.To avoid embarrassing Mr. Devonshire and himself, he stared instead at the floor and said, “Yes, a picnic, just me, something different to do, you know, ummm, not the old routine.”“Where will you have your picnic?” Mr. Devonshire asked.“The Sounding surprised, Mr. Devonshire said, “In this rain?”Stupid, stupid, stupid.drifting out of alignment as though he expected to be able to look behind himself while simultaneously studying Fric.When the porter had first come to work at Palazzo Rospo, Fric had thought that he possessed an evil eye and could cast curses with a glance. Mrs. McBee had corrected this childish misapprehension and had suggested that he do some research.Fric now knew that Mr. Devonshire suffered from amblyopia. This was a little-known word. Fric liked knowing things that most people didn’t.Long ago Fric had learned to look at Mr. Devonshire’s