She put away in the pier-table drawer the paper, Sellotape and scissors she had used to wrap Rosalind’s painting, her mind trying to make sense of the situation. Rosalind was off to Bournemouth and the synchronicity could not have been more unfortunate. What might it augur? She reassured herself that most likely the intersection of her Wessex paintings and Rosalind’s trip foretold of matters artistic and she imagined selling the whole series, perhaps even receive a commission on the strength of their merit. Yes, the implications probably had nothing to do with Ginny at all, who had simply jumped to conclusions. She rummaged through the drawer without a clue what she was hoping to find.
Ginny’s latest interrogation began the day after they chose the number nine for their collaboration. Har
