On the few uncovered wall surfaces were pictures of too astonishing a variety to quite take in: peacock feathers, cobblestone streets in the rain, a postcard of modernist art. They all blurred together. Only the area around a portrait of a smiling man shaking Clive’s hand seemed to rise out of the general noise.
“Nonsense!” Clive bounced to his feet. “It’s a splendid kingdom! Come. I’ll give you the grand tour, then I will ply you with tasty treats because you must come to my aid.”
Linda tried to keep up, but three separate agendas in a single sentence seemed a bit much. “Maybe I should just…” She made the mistake of turning her head for a moment to wave down the hall that supposedly led to the Flower Shop. It was her next destination and then the three unlabeled rooms merely marked Stor
