Jane Moore was as spicy as the chicken made in a white family's kitchen. She was quiet, only answered questions when they were asked and often dreamed of dancing in the rain with no risk of pneumonia or hypothermia, whichever one it is.
Carter Williams on the other hand wasn't plain. He was loud, commented on everything and argued with everyone. He was convinced the world was out to get him and often struggled to see the beauty in even the most beautiful of paintings.
What happens when you put a dreamer and a realist in the same room? Lots of arguing.
Oh, and in this case, perhaps some love, too.
Bringing you lots of spilled coffee, broken vases, and very insulting remarks, enjoy.