“Ah, yes. There are some I’d like for you to see today. And then many more. You have no idea how much work there’s going to be.” Again his expression lightened. Though he didn’t smile outwardly, she was glad to see that as he focused his attention on her again. He cheered, talking happily of something other than his memories. Pleasant though they might be, they were as often painful reminders of his loneliness. Rising from his chair, he held out his hand. “I’m taking you straight-away to our private gallery. What Ariel considered her favorite paintings.”
“And are they yours?” Dana asked.
He shook his head. “Some, but not all. Actually, Ariel refused to put some of her best work on the walls. The prude in her would sometimes get the better of her judgment.”
On her feet, Dana followed Lu
