It was a short drive to Harrison Street, which was an oasis for the arts. Besides housing half a dozen art galleries, Harrison Street had a flamenco studio and a variety of live music venues on the weekends. The best part was that the buildings themselves were canvases for fantastic outdoor murals. Because of the murals, you could tell it was an arts district from several blocks away.
Duke was waiting for us outside. Dressed in his best jeans, he was pacing nervously back and forth. I couldn't imagine why he was so wound up, but with Duke there wasn't always a simple explanation.
"Hey y'all," he greeted us, "glad you could make it. I think you're going to like the show. Later on, I'll introduce you to Sapphire, she's the artist."
We walked into a large gallery with bleached wood floors
