Chapter 4
Now I’m really betwixt-and-between. Ellis looked at the painting he was trying to work on. He’d started on another dark one, the result of a call he got from the gallery Monday morning.
“One of your new paintings just sold,” Randall said the moment Ellis answered the phone.
When he told Ellis how much had been paid for it, Ellis stared at the phone in disbelief. “You priced it that high and someone was willing to pay? That’s insane!”
“No, Ellis, that’s good business. A marvelous painting, in a totally new style, by a well-known artist. I probably could have asked at least ten percent more and still sold it. You know what that means.”
“Yes,” Ellis replied with a small sigh. “You want more dismal, dreary ones.”
“Your public wants them. The forest painting has already had two
