“I can’t believe he didn’t warn you,” Janka said quietly as they sipped coffee in the back room of the gallery on Monday morning. “The press outside the gallery this morning was insane.”
“I’m sorry, Janka.” She whispered sadly. “I feel terrible you had to close the doors. I could go home.”
“No. It’s better they are here than at your brother’s house where your niece plays.” Janka refused to let her go.
Liesl’s phone buzzed again, and she groaned looking at it. “f**k off!”
“Which one is it? Merl? Sandy? Your mom? Trent? Torrie?”
“Sandy.” She grunted. “Last night Granny said she was a load mom should have swallowed and I don’t disagree.”
Janka giggled. “Your granny is something else. My granny sits in a rocking chair making slippers. Yours runs the bingo mafia.”
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