My Wife’s Favorite
Douglas Esper
Trent used to frequent Gil and Jill’s frame shop back in high school, but he hadn’t ventured a single step in his old neighborhood since becoming a bona-fide rock star. Sure, you could argue that being a replacement drummer for the band currently featured on the cover of Rolling Stone didn’t make you a rock god, but try telling that to the two girls tailing Trent’s car in a brand new Benz.
Trent regarded the storefront with disappointment. “You’re not seriously taking me in there, are you?”
Ever the wanna-be art snob, he’d had a few pieces framed here even when he could scarcely afford the work before his big break in the music biz. At the time, he hadn’t been drawn to the shop by the high quality, but rather by the eye candy.
Jill.
Every boy, man, an
