Two hours later, Madison put down her brush and, groaning, stretched to relieve the pain in her muscles.
"Did you hear the alien kicked Jacobson out of his office," Viktor said. He was from a farm in New York. His parents ran one of the few farms in the country that still produced apples and cantaloupe.
Clarkson came over to join them. "That's old news."
Rachel winced. "Ouch, he was so proud of his office as well."
"I knew he'd been kicked out, but where's he squatting now?" Madison asked, stretching, still trying to relieve the ache in her body. She had another hour to go of painting endless stretches of walls.