Chapter Twenty-Two
The Exhibitionists
Wake up and smell the crap; it is only then that you can wipe it from your feet.
Rodger was working on a collection of paintings called the ‘Frontal Winds of Argyll’ when the accident happened. He was collaborating with Martin, Imogen’s other half, and owner of the post office along with the Wee Bit of Art shop in Oban. Together they were organising an exhibition, as Shifty, according to Martin, was a stabilising influence on Rodger; as opposed to me, nutcase Neff.
It was Mavis who told me the next day when I was in the post office returning unwanted purple his and her mugs. Shifty, apparently, is more a black and white man.
Mavis told me about the exhibition because, as she stated, she was concerned and her concern was blurted out for everyone to
