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Two Months Later
Bette watched as James tried to help maneuver a couple of large crated paintings into the Gallery floor. Two men were backing up through the hall with the paintings on a dolly.
”Watch the corners.” James directed, ”Don’t hit the doorframe.” James looked at Bette and sighed, ”I’m never using these guys again.”
The men settled the paintings on the ground next to the wall and headed back to their truck for more with James quickly following. Bette rolled her eyes and followed James. She was here to discuss this years charity event and did not expect James to be so involved with the delivery of the Holloman pieces that would be showing next week. The men started down the ramp with James giving directions that were clearly ignored. The lead man backing up and stumbled when his foot slipped on the curb that was still wet from the earlier rain. Trying to correct himself and not drop the painting he collided with a woman who had been walking by. Bette and James watched helplessly as the woman fell into the planter sitting in front of the Gallery. Bette’s phone buzzed and then rang just as her and James moved to the woman’s aid. Bette stopped short seeing a dog, but James didn’t and tripped over the dog that had been sitting next to the woman patiently.
”Jack, are you ok boy,” the woman said has she reached out and the dog met her hand.
Bette’s eyes went wide and her hands went to her mouth, ”Oh my God, you’re blind.”
James gave the dog a once over while the woman ran her hands over the dog. ”He’s wagging his tail, I think he is okay.”
Bette looked over at the woman and notice blood coming from her forehead, ”James,” she said pointing to the woman’s forehead as she shut her eyes. ”Shit,” she said quietly to herself.
Bette pulled out a Kleenex from her bag handing it to James. She then reached back in to grab her phone, seeing a notice for a text from Tina and a call from Peggy. ”I’m gonna call 911,” Bette said.