Chapter Three
“Neil, I’m so glad you called.” I answered the phone in the early morning hours, awakened by the sudden jangling noise, while relieved to hear my husband’s voice on the other end of the line. “How have you been?” I pulled myself up in bed and stared at the green glowing LCD screen beside me. 6:00 a.m.. “What’s it, ten o’clock there?” I wondered.
“Nine, hon. How have you been?”
“Busy, very busy. The classes are challenging.”
“Good. That’s what you wanted.”
“And I’ve just started to check out the museums, I mean, as I get used to the city. You know how easily I’m intimated. But I’m getting there… slowly… you know.”
“That’s good for you,” he told me with some confidence. “If you want to get anywhere in the art world, Marlena, you’ve got to be bold. Now’s good practice.”
