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Art Appreciation
I drove my rented Chevy Malibu up to Topanga, the Southern California equivalent of Burnham Wood's coming to Dunsinane. Felicia would not be expecting me. I half suspected I'd find Todd with her at the gallery, and I admit I half wanted him to be there. I hadn't truly bought into the notion he was gay. He had two kids by his estranged wife, after all. So I remained suspicious of him, and if I could imagine he and Felicia were at least thinking about fooling around, I'd feel less guilty about my own transgressions.
I knew she was planning her gallery opening, a small but elite affair, primarily for the critics. I thought she'd be energized. Instead, when I walked in on her, she was crestfallen. And alone.
I was limping less and less for Felicia's benefit, and after t
