Chapter Sixty Six
Unlike her confused and flustered friend, Oba, a child/woman, had absolutely no problems shopping, which she’d done throughout most of the day.
Barging through the door of Mal’s loft as the clock ticked around 7 PM, she juggled bags and more bags of clothes she had not seen in London and had a nifty new getup for the gala at her sketchy new lovers club that evening.
Mal had finished the porcelain present for the woman that he loved and being a perfectionist, he rolled the covered cart with the present on it over to Oba.
Smiling and very glad to see Mal, she stalled at the door after he called out to her to come see what he had made, wanting her opinion badly, for an artist never knows if he has created a gem or a lemon.
In the pocket of his leather apron was the box
