The story begins with a man painting a picture of Gray.

The path of Gray to the telephone was a natural one.

I wonder if you'd care to wander up for a few minutes and we could perhaps move this matter of Gray on a bit?

She could sense every heated inch of Gray behind her.

The sky was an avalanche of grays, light and dark.

Their world is no longer black and white, but a complex mosaic of grays.

Her gaze scanned the hallway for any sign of Gray.

Day, however, falls in love with a composer, who happens to be the grandson of Gray.

The words stung the part of Gray that had been left raw by his father's passing.

I didn't understand their relationship other than that Joel seemed to be taking care of Gray.