CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A gathering in the penthouse followed the gallery event, with a number of Theo’s guests—I counted fourteen. I was surprised that I knew no on in this company, but I did my hostess duties as graciously as I could, even as I fended off the examining stares I was getting from the unusual crowd.
I was in the kitchen taking care of drinks, when I heard Theo say to a quieted crowd, “I want to demonstrate further the depth of this one’s submission.”
I was just coming through the door into the living room with a tray of drinks.
“Polly!” Theo spoke to me sharply. “Once you serve those to my guests, I want you to go into the kitchen and bring out that fat handled broom from the utility closet.”
I was certainly puzzled now, but after handing out the mixed drinks, I followed the i
