“Exactly.”
With the plans finalized as much as possible for the moment, Trev asked Clay if he could see what he was working on.
That led Quint to telling Clay he had to go take a look at Trev’s kinetic sculptures sometime in the near future. “The kid’s good,” he said. “Or at least I think he is.”
“Really?” Clay responded, before asking Trev, “Which gallery are you with?”
Biting his lip in embarrassment, Trev said very quietly, “I’m not. I might, if I’m lucky, get into an art co-op.”
“How much will you get off of a sale?”
“Fifty percent.”
Clay nodded, glancing at Quint, and said, “When would you be able to show me your work, Trev?”
“Whenever you want,” Trev replied, trying to hide the combination of hope and fear he was feeling—hope that Clay would like what he did and fear that he’
