Chapter 7
FRIDAY MORNING, TOM spent his entire time at the console working on music he’d brought with him that wasn’t on the playlist for the concert. He and Noah persuaded their hosts that they could find their way to the Green Line station and go to the museums on their own, so the Lanes spent Friday at their office.
After lunch, they found their way to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts and worked their way through the various exhibits until they were standing in a room on the ground floor that housed the early Greek collection, looking at Greek vases.
“Holy moly,” Noah said, “is that what I think it is?”
“Yep,” Tom said. “All those guys on the vases have huge erections, and some of them are impossibly huge.”
“Wow. I’d heard of this kind of Greek art, but seeing is certainly believing,
