"hallo," he touched gisela's arm ." this must be minty , " we shook hands ." forgive me . i was just finalizing a sale that had been a long time cooking ." " the pleasure of the sale shone in his eyes , and his voice was ssurprisingly deep ." good , eh ? i've only just opened here , and the rent has to be paid ." he lifted his shoulders in a gesture designed to include me in his depair at the iniquity of landlords ," shiftaka is an extraodinary painter . i hope you'll take a look at the rest of the exhibition .
there was sufficient suggestion that i was extraneous , and i took the hint and moved away . but not before i saw marcus draw gisela close .
for aa second or two . gisela relaxed against him ." how are you , marcus ?"
"you know exactly how well i am ." the " exactly " was inflected .
"i wouldn't have come if i had known you were going to be difficult ."
"don't bother with games , gisela ."
and gisela ( cool , determined gisela ) still trembled visibly " sorry ".
in the back room , i studied an oblong painting entitled sumission . it featured a series of briad horizontal stripes running through the red palette , from brick to the palest pinkl .
the eyes longed to remain anchored to the red at the top of the canvas , and it took a conscious effort to pull it down through the spectrum , whih , i suppose , was the point . it was only after examining the bottom section of the picture that i realized the pale pink , contained a misty outline of africa . the link between the pretty pink and the implication that africa had been bled dry of its lifeblood was intended to shock , and it did
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