[It’s early afternoon and Hank is just waking up, still half-asleep in his T-shirt and shorts as Sumo snuffles noisily beside him. Following Hank to the kitchen as he pours some kibble in his bowl for lunch.

Hank is turning toward the living room, still groggy when he sees the painting and again says:] Huh.

[His arms aren’t crossed this time, but he is squinting.]