Quicksand
“He wanted to put all the paintings on sale even though I'd put a reserve on one of them." "Which one?" " Guilt. The one Montalvo liked." She paused. "Where is Montalvo?" "I have no idea. He called me yesterday when I arrived and told me he was in Atlanta at the Plaza, but I haven't heard from him since." "I imagine he'll be in touch." She hesitated again. "I know you want to keep him at a distance, but I'm glad he's there, Eve. Whatever else Montalvo may be, he impressed me as a man you could c...ount on in a pinch." "Yes, he knows what he's doing." She changed the subject. "We're fine here. Nothing is happening. Your show is in three days. Stick it out and then come flying to my rescue if you feel you have to do it." "You'll call me if you— No, I'll have to call you. You won't want to worry me. I'll phone you tomorrow. 'Bye, Eve." "Good-bye, Jane." She was smiling as she hung up. She wouldn't be surprised if Jane appeared on the doorstep tomorrow in spite of the show. Which meant Eve would have to persuade her to turn around and go back.MoreLess
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