CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It had been five years since Stanley's death. Since then, Clair's life had gone full circle, discovering how and why to live. Though he never knew, Stanley helped lead and guide her down that pathway.
At thirty-three years old, her art career took off. Her exhibits had become quite popular around the country, including many museums in Europe.
She tamed her demon, and with a bit of humor told herself, “Except for that damn ape!”
The gorilla experiment at the museum had been her motivation ever since. The piece that put her on the map was a watercolor painting of a beautiful lady pushing a young man in a wheelchair through a grassy meadow.
“I guess it spoke to them.”
She was working on a new project and was interrupted by a phone call.
“Hello.”
“Hi, Clair, it's me.”
