Chapter 65Cautiously we walk in to the art gallery and all I can smell is paint, expensive colognes and wood and something else that I can’t quite tell. People from one corner to another are busy observing the different artistic paintings and sculptures.
There’s a low hum in the room and some soft instrumental playing in the background.
At one side of the room, a couple of people are staring at a piece that looks like a blob. We all stop and stare at it. Vic whispers to me.
“I don’t know what all these other people see, they’re looking at it like there’s something extraordinary there but there isn’t. It’s just paint and that’s definitely a lousy blob. If I was any more underwhelmed I’d yawn right now, but I was raised better,” he says and I chuckle quietly.
Kyrah smiles. “Well, if beau
