I got a frantic call from Ron. He was supposed to meet Brigette Hoskins for a date. But he said something had happened to her. So, I went to her house to check this out.
The door was open, so I went in. No one was on the 1st floor.
"I'm upstairs. Please hurry!"
I went there. He was in the room where she normally painted. There, I saw a disturbing sight!
A canvass was on the floor. She was lying on it—covered in red! Red was also on the canvass. She wore just a bikini. She looked dead!
"How long have you been here, Ron?"
"About ten minutes. We were going to dinner together."
"How'd you get in?"
"She gave me a key." He showed it to me. "I came here about 6:00. She wasn't downstairs, so I went up here. "
"Did you try to touch the body?"
Suddenly, she stirred! She slowly stood up and looked at us.
"Brigette, you're OK!" he said.
"What time is it?"
I looked at my watch. "6:13."
"I was supposed to go out with you, Ron. I'm so sorry!"
"It's OK. But what happened?"
"I was painting?"
"Painting?!" Ron and I said together.
"It's a series I've started doing called Sleep Paintings. I cover the canvass, and myself, with wet paint, then I sleep on it for a couple hours. This time, I chose red paint. I guess you two thought it was blood, right?"
"Yeah!" admitted Ron.
"You were worried, weren't you? That's why you called Jenny?"
"Yeah, I was!"
She gave him a hug and a kiss!
"Well, I guess I should be going, now," I said.
"I'm sorry I cause you to be concerned."
"It's OK, honey."
"I'll shower and change, then we can go out, Ron."
"OK," he said.
"You'd better change your shirt, Ron!" I said; it was red, where she hugged him!
"I think I have a shirt you can wear," said Brigette.
We started to leave the room. She stopped and looked at the canvass.
"That looks pretty good!"
"One of your best works!" said Ron!