Chapter 14

Knowing the two skinny Minnies were watching, he approached the woman.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said, without turning around. “It’s a grave stele for a girl who died, too young. Look at how the curve of her bowed head mimics the slope of the bird she nuzzles. He must’ve been her pet, and her parents wanted to remember her that way. To think: She died so long ago, and yet there’s more feeling here than in many of the people I know.”

She turned to him now, eyes glistening, and he realized that the excitement in her face mirrored his own.

“I’m sorry,” she said, dabbing her eyes and laughing. “But this is so much better than listening to a bunch of boring corporate types. Forgive my manners. Nan Spencer—opinionated socialite and frustrated art critic. And you would be?”

“The boring corporate sponsor.”

“Oh, dear, I’m always doing that. Open mouth. Insert foot.”