Chapter 11
Sunday afternoon at the museum was an experience in “You really like this artist? I think he’s highly overrated,” and, “I wonder if we could get away with stealing that painting without getting caught,” and other quips and comments that kept Craig and Kevan amused, or deep into discussions on the merits of one artist over another. They went into the Quarter afterward, to have dinner at the French Market Restaurant.
“Inside, or on the balcony?” Kevan asked, not in the least surprised when Craig opted for the balcony, which overlooked Decatur and St. Paul streets. He had a feeling he knew why, so he wasn’t terribly upset when Craig spent some of his time while they ate scanning the people wandering down below them.
“You know it’ll be pure, dumb luck if he walks by,” Kevan final
