The Debutante. Kathleen Tessaro
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am grateful, Derek.’
‘Ava Rottling has just bought the most amazing penthouse overlooking the park. And guess what? She wants a fantastic trompe l’oeil in the entrance hall. Of course she doesn’t know that yet. But she will, when I’m done talking to her.’
‘A trompe l’oeil?’
‘Yes. Plenty of fat pink cherubs bouncing around on fluffy white clouds. And a nubile Venus eyeing a sleeping Mars, preferably in a state of undress.’
The horror in her voice was unmistakable. ‘You mean Romantic?’
‘Yes, Romantic. And expensive, my child. Very expensive.’
‘I don’t know…’
His eyes narrowed. ‘You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. But I could easily tell her that I know just the right artist, a specialist from London, who’ll be able to do the work. In fact, there’s only one person I would trust with such an important commission. Ava does a great deal of entertaining. Your work would be seen by everyone.’
Fat cherubs. Fluffy clouds. Great, she thought. Everyone would see my derivative Venus; my copy of crap classical bullshit.
‘Pretty soon you could charge what you like. But of course if the subject matter is beneath you…’ he stared at her, unblinking, ‘I believe they’re hiring at the Chicago Rib Shack.’
‘I’ve never painted a trompe l’oeil,’ she pointed out.
He reached for the phone. ‘How hard can it be? Foreshorten, foreshorten, foreshorten! She’s blind as a bat anyway. I’ll put in a meeting for tomorrow afternoon.’ He started to dial.
She’d thought he might let her work in his shop – not redesign her career.
‘Remember,’ he continued, ‘you’re just off the plane. Your portfolio hasn’t arrived yet. You’re doing this as a favour to me, understand? And whatever you do, tell her that you absolutely don’t have time in your schedule.
I want you to turn it down flat. Politely, charmingly, but firmly. Allow me to negotiate the whole thing. Rich people are like babies, they only want things they can’t have.’
She sighed.
At least she would be painting. And being paid. Perhaps Derek was right. Maybe she didn’t have anything new to say artistically. Certainly around him she felt uncouth and adolescent. She’d felt talented in London. Here she felt pedestrian; banal.
Perhaps it was best if she did what he suggested.
Now she had that feeling again, of standing once more at a hidden turning point in her life.
Only what were the choices? Why were they so difficult to see?
There was the crunch of footsteps in gravel. She looked up. Jack was standing on the path, hand across his eyes, wincing in the bright sunlight.
‘Don’t you want anything to eat?’
‘No thanks.’ She shook her head. ‘Not right now.’
‘OK.’ He jammed his hands into his pockets. ‘I was just
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