Chapter 48

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, so what do you need from me?” I asked as I sipped from a bottle of water, even though root beer would have been a lot better right at that moment. I just couldn’t give Asher the satisfaction.

“There’s a long wall, about ten feet high and twenty feet long, a mile before entering the city proper,” Agnes began. I knew where that was. “We usually just keep it whitewashed so it’s not an eyesore, but we thought, if you’d be amenable, that a mural would be the perfect thing to put there. It would be unique and advertise that we’re more than a small town, that we have taste and culture and are modern.”

I wanted to laugh. “That’s a lot to ask of a mural, Ms. Simpkins.”

“We know,” she replied, “but after seeing your work and what you did in Norway, as well as New York and Japan, I think it would be wonderful.” Well, they’d certainly done their research.