He's not the answer. Not a permanent one. I need more. And I know where to get it.
I just have to convince him. And not get into a fight.
She hit the speed dial on her phone and was soon rewarded by the sound of her ex-husband's voice.
“Hello, Rachel.”
“Hi, Josh. How are you doing?”
“I'm okay.” After an uncomfortable pause, he continued. “I'm putting together a new show for next month. Several carved wood and cast bronze nudes, as well as some other stuff.”
Rachel chuckled, shaking her head. She and Josh Sunderman had met when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore at the University of Illinois. She had been a political science major, already thinking about law school. He had been in the College of Fine and Applied Arts, and had two major shows under his belt by the time he was tw
