The A had been giving me trouble since the first coat.
Not the stroke. The stroke was fine. I know how to paint a straight line. The problem was the facing. It had been sitting in Abyss air long enough to start forming opinions about paint adhesion, which I hadn't invited it to do. The lower left was taking paint faster than the rest. I'd compensated for that on the second coat. Adjusted the pressure a little. Slowed the pass.
The letter came out even in the end.
Given the circumstances, I considered that a reasonable result.
I stepped back on the ladder and looked at it.
Abyssal Inn
More accurate than what it had said before. The old lettering had been patient about being incomplete for longer than it needed to be. This time I'd blocked off both afternoons properly and refused to let anything interrupt the second one.
Something had tried.
Below me the city was getting on with its morning.
