Seventeen
“I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS many people.”
I look around The Painted Lotus, transformed from an art gallery into a reception hall for the ‘celebration of life’ of Bethany Irene Grable. Along the walls are examples of her artwork, and rows of white-cloth covered tables are laden with food catered by The Bistro and desserts provided by The Muffin Man. Dozens of people mill about, ranging in age from young college to early 60s and dressed in everything from the expensively tailored suit sported by Dr. Martin Maycord to the much less expensive black outfit worn by the young lady with Rex.
“Well, Anna,” I say softly, “she impacted a lot of people’s lives. She gave lots of young and local artists a venue to display their works, often for the first time. You know that’s what she did for Jo
