Allison looked up eagerly when I walked in. “So, tell me all about it.” “Nice lunch. Nice place. He may want to give me a show at his gallery.” Allison’s face lit up. “Oh, Em, that’s grand!” Then, noticing my lack of enthusiasm, she faltered. “Isn’t it?” I laughed. “I’m sorry—don’t I look properl...
Somehow I was not surprised to find Denis waiting yet again when I got downstairs on Thursday morning. Mutely he thrust more bills at me. “This should cover it. Can I work today?” “This morning, I guess. If you want to leave stuff in overnight, that’s okay.” He nodded, more to himself than to me....