Edward Hopper Sunday painting

Edward Hopper Sunday paintingEdward Hopper Morning Sun paintingAmedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude painting
when they were kids, and he had to take care of Grandpa Reg when he was just a little boy himself, selling old books off a pushcart on the Mall. I guess he'd seen so many bad things in his , especially young girls being taken advantage of -- anyhow he wouldn't let me go out with boys at all. It wasn't he didn't trustme ;it was the boys he didn't trust, even the nice ones. He said he knew what it was they were after, whetherthey knew it or not, and even if they'd neverthought of trying to take advantage of me, they'd think of it soon enough when I was alone with them. Stupid me, I hardly knew what a boywas , much less what Uncle Ira was talking about; I used to come in and perch on his lap and pester the poor man todeath , to tell me what was so awful that the boys would do. He'd try to put me off, and tell me I was getting too big to sit on his lap like that; but I wouldn't take no for an answer. . ."
"I hate this," Max said.
"I know what you're thinking; just what Maurice says. But you've got to remember