I would have booted Richard out into the street if I"d been the booting-out type. Instead I slam the door on him. Never have I known a human being so self-centred. Surely Richard can see I"m wracked with worry? All he can think of is his blasted book. Come to think of it, I"m glad he chose not to accompany me. He"d have been atrocious company, quizzing me on my knowledge of local culture or complaining about his back. And a headache too no doubt, for I"m sure I detected alcohol on his breath; disturbing, so early in the morning. Why did I even suggest it? If he had agreed, I may have been tempted to divulge my concerns about that painting in Redoto"s restaurant and the fewer who know about that, the better. Six days until the winner of the La Mareta commission will be announced and reason
