He’s belonged to the world for a very long time and it’s admirable how you’ve managed to handle that,’ said Orlando as he slipped an arm round his sister’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Ben and Dendre had found him standing in front of a portrait of Dendre that was on loan from the Museum of Contemporary Art in Paris for the Guggenheim’s retrospective. His arms had been folded across his chest and he had been contemplating the image before him when he felt his sister’s presence next to him. Dendre looked at her portrait. How Gideon had loved her then! She leaned against her brother and told him, ‘I was Dendre Moscowitz, a nineteen-year-old innocent, when I sat for that portrait. Only tonight do I realise that after all those years since I first set eyes on Gideon, and with everything we have been through together, I have in many ways never stopped being that innocent – that is, until tonight.’ There was something in the tone of her voice that neither Ben nor Orlando had ever heard before.
