CHAPTER 22
“I really should be looking after Joel,” I whisper to Heather. He’s trailing behind the rest of us, walking alone.
“Oh I get it,” Heather gives me a suggestive wink, “just leave me with Marvin, I’ll be fine.”
“It’s not like that…” I trail off as Heather stomps off in the opposite direction, clinging onto Marvin. I have no idea where Robbie and Summer are, they disappeared in the opposite direction as soon as we entered the art gallery.
Joel has stopped in front of a huge portrait of a man that looks to me like a king.
“That’s stunning isn’t it,” I say to Joel.
“It is,” he agrees, “and it’s old.”
I peer at the date on the plaque which reads 1890.
We move onto the next painting, which is a voluptuous lady carrying a water jug. It reminds me of the pre-Raphaelite paintin
