“Hey, Uncle Vin.” Lisa, her voice soft, hesitant, leaned against the doorframe, looking in at the room that Vin shared with Beau. When Beau was home, of course; right now the room just seemed huge and empty and full of memories.
“Yeah?” Vin put his laptop down, leaving the cover open. Research: an art gallery needed a building, a particularly wide, open building where lots of walls could be added in; many of the paintings he was offering would want to hang on their own wall space so potential customers could imagine that painting in their homes. Real estate trick he’d learned from looking at apartments: put a lot of mirrors in the building so potential customers would envision themselves in the space you had to offer. He rather thought the same idea would apply to an art gallery.
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