The next afternoon, town councilwoman Charlene Needham stopped by the museum. She’d dressed more formally than Kurt had seen before. She had a pained expression.
“I have a petition signed by a hundred residents,” she said.
Kurt reeled. Already? That was more than ten percent of Egbert.
“I know the museum is your private property, but…”
“But what?”
“The town council may be forced to close you down if enough people insist the museum’s curator shows moral impropriety.”
“Wait, what?”
“Mr. Eden, I’m sorry, but people don’t think you should be in charge of what our children see and learn.”
“What are you talking about? There’s no one undressed in any of the paintings. No violence either.”
Charlene sighed. “You’re right. But thanks to Tick, everyone knows what kind of art you posed for, a
