บท 178: The Second Lesson

The pungent smell of fresh paint still lingered plenty on the halls of the fourth floor… the moment we got off the stairway, just one whiff was like a noxious gas that immediately got me feeling light-headed.

As always, my nose had a zero-tolerance policy against anything that smelled like an affront to God, and so the journey to the venue of my second lesson was packed to the brim with wrinkling and snorting. 

It amazed me how both Irene and Amanda could walk their strides with barely even a cough… then again, I suppose hours spent with a paintbrush in hand had them building up a strong immunity to the toxic fumes that hung in the air.

I decided to refrain from speaking anymore until we actually reached the room itself. Trust it, it really wasn't worth the risk of compromising my lungs just to get Irene to get even more ambiguous about her words, prompting for more questions to be asked.