“Babe, can you take a look at this, and make sure it’s the right canvas?” Simile called as she walked into the office the canvas in her hand. “Braid signed for it, but I’m sure you ordered a different one.”
“Okay, give me a second.” Emily was on the top step of a ladder, hanging a painting. She nodded and made her way down the ladder. “What’s wrong?”
“This one seems darker than the one you wanted.”
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it?” Emily looked at the canvas Simile held up and frowned. “Did Braid check who it was from?”
“No, just said the guy set it down at the counter and asked her to sign.” Simile looked over the top of the canvas and squinted. “If you put it in the dark corner, no one will notice how uh, bad it is.”
“Really?” Emily glared at Sim. “Let’s be honest, this thing belongs
