Oh my, she said.
He followed her line of sight to a ground level window.
Oh my? he said. That window is cracked in several places, there appears to be mould on the window sill, the paint has faded . . . . I don’t see what could possibly elicit an “oh my.”
Exactly, she said. Give me a minute.
You’ve got one of those seeing a painting in your head things happening, right?
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, she answered.