<div style="text-align: justify;">Christine was still uncertain about those paintings. Yet, Leigh was probably right. The artist had probably intended to create this effect. Maybe the paintings affected everyone differently. She was feeling restless and uneasy around them. Leigh felt suddenly almost attached to them. Someone else, she rationalized, would probably feel another emotion altogether. "I think you may have a point", Christine admitted.<br/><br/>It felt good to have Leigh stroking her hair, and kissing her cheek. As usual, his affection helped ease her tensions, and Chris relaxed a little. Her head rested on her husband's chest, and she sighed. For Christine, there were no secrets, no hidden past or anything of the sort. There were just them, starting a new life in a new town.<br/><br/>"You're right, honey. We have been happy so far, I think things will just get better from now on." She looked out the window again, and considered asking him if the whole moving to a bigger house meant he had reconsidered on having children. Changing her mind, Christine decided to leave this conversation for later. "Should we go out and get lunch, honey? I think I could eat something before we make it back home and start organizing everything".</div>