XXII“Should I be this nervous?”
Bethan smiled at Hannah. “You’ll be fine; just don’t drop the glass bowl or I’ll have to kill you!”
Hannah managed an anxious smile as she looked at the boxes before her and then to the cases.
“Gloves?” asked Bethan.
“Gloves!” replied Hannah, pulling out a pair of blue nitrile gloves.
“Plan?”
“Plan!” Hannah shook the rolled-up plan that Sal and Seth had devised.
Each of the objects selected to go in the cases had been carefully measured and given a grade according to the most suitable lighting and conditions.
Sal had then put this information into her trusty Mac and come up with a representation of the cases with each object placed to provide maximum use of the space.
“So, you’re finally getting an exhibition,” said Jean.
“Yes,” replied Alec, “I ha
