Over the bathroom tub hangs a small painting of a turn-of-the-20th-century high society woman in an orange silk off-the-shoulder dress, which matches the room's orange accents.
Tink came out of the bathroom recently, shaking his head. “Every time I see that painting, I have to laugh. Why do you like that?”
“Because,” I replied. “It reminds me of my David and that weekend in Newport.”
David would be t…