Chapter Ten
Martin woke up with a lot of questions and no answers. He looked towards his sleeping Imogene and sighed. Was Sheryl going to help or not? There was Rodger’s show to open and all the right people were coming. He had the right wine and nice nibbles. What was he going to do if Rodger was still loopy? How could he show Rodger’s work without Rodger? He needed him there to sign cards, chat up the clients and look interesting. He needed his consent.
This is an absolute nightmare, thought Martin; he cursed Nefertiti over his Espresso machine. ‘What the hell is wrong with having your fanny painted?’ he muttered. ‘I mean, a woman her age, she should be grateful someone still wants to look at it.’
Martin looked in on Rodger lying on the couch, mumbling in French, he was a loony of the
