Wednesday
Jesse slotted the last canvas into the wooden crate before sliding a plastic storage tube containing her sketches and charcoals down the side.
“That’s it.” She said with a little satisfied smile to the guy waiting from the freight company to seal the crate up with hammer and nails as Jesse nervously kept an eye out for anyone in the gathering dusk. She wasn’t normally here quite so early, but had to be here to meet the truck taking her paintings to Berkeley Academy.
Another guy with a clipboard held it out to her. This freight was expensive and Jesse was glad for the money Borge had sent her, it was certainly making her life easier and what a shock, one hundred thousand dollars was far more than she had expected to receive.
“Sign here that the description is accurate and here
