Tina couldnt believe her luck. She looked at her watch. *****! She was going to be late.

She hit the steering wheel and cursed the traffic. Like magic the cars started moving. Great she thought maybe only late by a few minutes.

She found the gallery and a parking place just happen to be open only a block away. Her day was looking better. She silently prayed her meeting with the gallery director went well also.

She put on fresh lipstick and checked her hair, got out of the car and straightened her skirt and jacket. She looked at her reflection in the window of the shop next to the gallery. Not bad she smiled. With a confidence she rarely showed she entered the gallery doors.

Bette Porter was just finishing a phone call. She looked at her watch. *****! I never get a lunch break anymore. Too many things to do, to many asses to kiss. She had a meeting in less than five minutes with the director of the LA Childrens Center. She called her assistant James on the intercom and told him she would be available for her meeting with Ms. Kennard in ten minutes. She just wanted a few minutes without phone calls or interuptions to breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to forget all the work waiting for her.

Tina walked up to the desk in the lobby and spoke to the attractive young man sitting behind it.

Tina: “Hi, I’m here for a meeting with Ms. Porter, my name is Tina Kennard.”

James: ” Hello Ms. Kennard” he held out his hand for her to shake. ” I’m James, Ms. Porters assistant. Have a seat and I’ll tell her you are here.”

Tina: “James would it be alright if I look around while I wait?”
James: “Of course. It shouldn’t be long.”

James left her in the front room of the gallery. Tina walked around and looked at the art work. She found herself totally absorbed in a watercolor painting of a man and a little boy.

Their was such sadness in it and the artist had captured it perfectly. The title was ‘Goodbye’ the artist was an unknown named R.Shepard.