by A Cassandra.
| A blind man visiting the national portrait gallery, over herd this one-sided conversation.
"How could she, I mean getting herself arrested like that. Taking a bribe? This is the national gallery for god's sake."
"Now someone is going to have to do her job. And by someone I mean me."
"Right it not a big exhibit, we'll do this chronologically, as people arrive they should see the calm. Before the storm. Which should be placed around the corner to create a reveal."
"I can't imagine what they offered? Her money and her family's money behind her. And the way she did it. I mean. Fake charity boxes, and in full view of the security cameras they filled them."
"With pride anew. World. And make sure Dave hangs world the right way up!"
Then finally the only decent piece in this sorry collection, the portrait of the Alarm. 'sounds gentle'."
"Breeze through that by lunch and I'll be back by two to help you pull the catalog together."
"it's ten fifty now I have a lunch meeting to get ready for. Ttfn."