Just when things started looking up . . .
|“Marvyn, this is the greatest piece of artwork you or anyone else has ever done. It is a masterpiece. I can’t believe you allowed me to see it first.”
Emily Short, art curator, independently wealthy aficionado of struggling unknowns, and hapless sister to Marvyn could not be stopped. “Why didn’t you tell me you changed what you’ve been working on. This is an entirely new side of you I didn’t know was there.”
She walked slowly around Marvyn’s studio, eyes unable to leave the discovery. A new aspect more marvelously adroit yet simply managed, manifested itself at every turn. Gasps and fluttering hands mingled prayerfully in the air. “I am humbled, brother. All these years of decrying your talent, supporting you because you couldn’t do so yourself, backstabbing you out of constant frustration, now this.”
Emily’s cellphone shot up to her ear, speed-dialing towards her brother’s sure acclaim. “What? Marvyn. Don’t change a thing. It is perfection. I’ll make you rich, famous, a rising star in the art world.”
“Just taking out the trash, Emily. This stuff was stored in the back and I need more room so I glumped it together. Wait until you see what I really have in mind.”