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 properly excited? I am—I think. But I wonder if I’m really up to it. It would mean a lot of work for me in the next few months, time and effort I wouldn’t be giving to the shop.” “Think of the publicity, though.” “There is that. I don’t know—maybe I’m just in shock. I mean, this came out of the blue, and I haven’t had time to digest it.” “Your work will win him over. I’m so happy for you, Em. You should be thrilled!” “I guess. Give me a little time to get used to it. Did I miss anything here?” Allison shook her head. “A few sales. Oh, I had time to go over your supply inventory, and I think you’re running low on a few things.” “Thanks.
