. shiftaka's painting depicted an abstract , finger , half flesh , half skeleton , lying on a bed of glowing coals . the colors were voilent reds , the blacket of blacks , and a white background that could only be described as dirty . the label read : KYOTO RIP . te jury was still out as to whether . i consider shiftaka a good painter or not , but i am working hard on y " uneducated " eye , still , if barry thinks shiftaka is cutting edge , it was a bargain .
when i had taken barry to view it at marcus's gallery , marcus had been sitting at the desk , head bent over the laptop , at our entrance , he looked up and i was shocked he appeared considerably older than i remembered . he took a second or two to place me and when he did , there was an unmistakable flare of hope in his eyes , which was as quickly extinguished when it became obvious that i was not gisela's envoy .
i introduced the two men and explained that barry was looking for an investment . marcus swiung into professional mode - an ease of manner , patience , careful sizing up of a potential client - and i thought what a much nicer man he was than roger .
while barry patrolled between the two rooms , marcus turned to me and asked , in his unexpectelly deep voice , " how 's gisela ?"
" fine , i think . i haven't seen much of her lately ."
he choose not to indulge in small talk - another factor in his favor - and went straight to the point ." she didn't seem to understand that i didn't want a wife . i wanted her . not someone who stockpiles jam and checks over the dinner menus , but when it came to a a decision , i think she preferred it . gisela had got used to being a professional wife ."
when i had taken barry to view it at marcus's gallery , marcus had been sitting at the desk , head bent over the laptop , at our entrance , he looked up and i was shocked he appeared considerably older than i remembered . he took a second or two to place me and when he did , there was an unmistakable flare of hope in his eyes , which was as quickly extinguished when it became obvious that i was not gisela's envoy .
i introduced the two men and explained that barry was looking for an investment . marcus swiung into professional mode - an ease of manner , patience , careful sizing up of a potential client - and i thought what a much nicer man he was than roger .
while barry patrolled between the two rooms , marcus turned to me and asked , in his unexpectelly deep voice , " how 's gisela ?"
" fine , i think . i haven't seen much of her lately ."
he choose not to indulge in small talk - another factor in his favor - and went straight to the point ." she didn't seem to understand that i didn't want a wife . i wanted her . not someone who stockpiles jam and checks over the dinner menus , but when it came to a a decision , i think she preferred it . gisela had got used to being a professional wife ."
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