Color theory says that green is the color of healing, and hospitals and doctors are a starch, stark white. But green just makes her think of the trees her dad taught her how to climb, long before the first girl gone missing, and hospital white hurts her eyes.
No, healing is a rainbow of its own, grounded in browns. The soft brownish-white of dough under her fingers, the rhythm of four hands working together. The weird purple-brown of organs and the sticky red-brown of sauce and blood as she learns how to make food fancy, how to make a meal that looks like it came out of a cookbook, not some fifties homemaker throwback. The brown-grey of concrete under the rising sun, instead of grass and wood and leaves.
Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts [Hannibal]
Color theory says that green is the color of healing, and hospitals and doctors are a starch, stark white. But green just makes her think of the trees her dad taught her how to climb, long before the first girl gone missing, and hospital white hurts her eyes.
No, healing is a rainbow of its own, grounded in browns. The soft brownish-white of dough under her fingers, the rhythm of four hands working together. The weird purple-brown of organs and the sticky red-brown of sauce and blood as she learns how to make food fancy, how to make a meal that looks like it came out of a cookbook, not some fifties homemaker throwback. The brown-grey of concrete under the rising sun, instead of grass and wood and leaves.