Three days was as long as she could afford to stay off the floor.
She had spent the first day at the warehouse, which was where she went when she needed to think without the city interrupting her. She thought. She painted. She arrived at the following conclusions in the following order.
One, the marriage was real. Contesting it immediately voided the commission.
Two, the commission was the warehouse. The warehouse was the one thing she had been building toward for eight months. She was not going to let it disappear because a man she had slept with in a gallery courtyard had produced a marriage certificate alongside the morning after pill.
Three, she was not going to think of him as a man she had slept with in a gallery courtyard. She was going to think of him as a legal problem with go
