Anastasia’s POV:
Isla called me on a Tuesday which was becoming a pattern with the people in my life, significant things happened on Tuesdays, and she said she was having a show and she wanted me to come and she said it the way Isla said everything, directly, without softening it with context or preamble.
“When?” I said.
“Saturday,” she said. “The gallery on the west side. The one I told Simone about.”
“The one that expressed interest in your work,” I said.
“They did more than express interest,” she said. “It is a full show. Eighteen pieces. They gave me the main room.”
I sat up straighter.
“Isla,” I said. “That’s big.”
“I know,” she said, and her voice did something I had not heard from her before, a brief unguarded moment before she covered it again with the easy confidence she w
