***
To think that I didn’t recognize Devon today. Even if it’s been nine years since that carnival, I should remember my first lover and someone so remarkably striking as this man was.
“You’ve become legitimate? What’s that mean?” I ask him, while still trying to place him inside the elegant surroundings of The Mansions’ hotel room.
“I moved out of the studio the fall after we were together,” he looks as though he’s going to blush. “I bummed around for two more years, and then a New York dealer liked what he saw and the paintings started to sell. What do they say? The rest is history.”
“Yeah, and you’ve made the big time,” I deliberately look around at the fancy room. “That’s good. And what do you want from me?”
“A piece of the past, Maddie,” he goes straight to the point.
“Aw, I
