Chapter 21

That led Quint to telling Clay he had to go take a look at Trev’s kinetic sculptures sometime in the near future. “The kid’s good,” he said. “Or at least I think he is.”

“Really?” Clay responded, before asking Trev, “Which gallery are you with?”

Biting his lip in embarrassment, Trev said very quietly, “I’m not. I might, if I’m lucky, get into an art co-op.”

“How much will you get off of a sale?”

“Fifty percent.”

Clay nodded, glancing at Quint, and said, “When would you be able to show me your work, Trev?”

“Whenever you want,” Trev replied, trying to hide the combination of hope and fear he was feeling—hope that Clay would like what he did and fear that he’d see him as just a talented amateur at best.

Going into the studio, Clay checked his calendar. “Does tomorrow at one work? I’ll need to get with Mr. Miller in the morning but after that, I’m free.”

“Yes, that would be perfect!”