Donovan had been to several gallery shows over the years but none as unique as this one. The white walls were covered with abstract paintings, all of which were as colorful as they were horrendous. Watching Thomas circulate through the crowd, drinking in the enthusiastic compliments, Donovan decided that he had never seen a happier man. To no one’s surprise, it appeared that the show would sell out before a family dinner at the Breslin home. “Would you be very angry at me if I showed up a little late to the dinner?” Donovan asked, taking Lani aside. She’d glammed up for the occasion in a dress-style version of a Chinese tunic, slit on the side to reveal an enticing glimpse of golden thigh. The blaze of color would have put a bird of paradise to shame. “I need to slip away for a short while.” “Of course not. I can always get a ride with Mom and Dad. Or Margaret and Kai, who’ll be joining us, since he’s essentially become part of the family.
