The next day, Kurt saw a notice on the museum’s front door, informing him to keep the museum shut. It mentioned a “potential town ordinance” otherwise. Kurt crumpled the paper.
Fine, I’m leaving. But I decide what happens.
Kurt asked Erica, Mrs. Parks, and Mrs. Nibbs to join him at the museum. He had to swallow his anger before inviting Mrs. Nibbs.
“So,” Kurt began. “How is this? There are conditions, but if they’re met, I will remove my aunt’s art.” He inhaled to tamp down his sadness. “The west wing of the museum may become Mrs. Parks’ domain for art of the American West, antique guns, and the cantaloupe farm history of Egbert. And, I suppose…the east wing will be available for Mrs. Nibbs’ collectibles and displays related to the brewery.”
The two women looked at each other and nodde
