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icFrank "Fingers" Sant'Agata was the town's fastest artist. He could make a masterpiece, sell it on the street, and cash the check before the paint dried. Hey... I didn't say what kind of artist.
Fingers unveiled his latest mural. He knew the clue was there. We scoured every inch, and there were a lot of them.
"I ain't seein' it," I said. His style of art was beyond me. The only painting I understood had dogs playing poker.
Suddenly he saw it. "Here!" Fingers shouted.
There it was. I could see the trees. I could see the sea. But I didn't need to paint by numbers to see the "C."