they should fit into each other , but on each an attacment made it impossible . the first , painted red , had a chain looping over the sides from which hung a ball that read POVERTY . dozens of naked babies clung onto the sides of the second , so numberous that - shockingly - a couple had let go and were falling shape with withered leaves . the painting was entitled slow apocalypse .
" so good ." gisela breathed in my ear .
"is it ?"
she smiled ." we shall have to educate your eye ."
no doubt this was an oblique - and unflattering - referece to nathan 's taste in cornish pictures , gisela 's eyes widened a little but , even if i had been in complete sympathy with her . i was not going to drop nathan into the black hole of flawed taste .
she smoothed the sleeve of her jacket and my uneducated eye note that her hands were trembling ." that's marcus ." she indicated the taller of the two men .
everything fell into place . my main reaction was surprise . this was the man with whom gisela had a special friendship , whom she probably loved , and there was nothing out of the ordinary to single him out . marcius wore a linen suit ( rather rumpled ) with a gold watch chain . he had thick , unruly hair , smallish but nice eyes , and a pleasant exparession . he gestured a lot and talked fluently ." simple to ship .... a couple of weeks . insurance ....." and so on . he acknowledged out presence by raising a hand .
"okay ." the client was american and expensively dressed ." i'll phone you with the details ."
politely , marcus ushered him out of the gallery and whipped around .
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