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The young woman was seated on a bench in the middle of the room, her shoulders hunched over. Expensive designer clothes draped from her thin frame as if she were a hanger to merely display the items and though Bette could only see the back of the woman’s head, the owner of the drooping shoulders appeared transfixed by the painting on the wall before her.
Bette’s long legs carried her quickly to the figure in black on the bench and she walked around to meet the copper eyes she’d known for a very short time. Dark brown eyes danced nervously to meet the light brown ones of Debbie Lawrence and though Bette was standing before her, Damon’s sister failed to notice.
The tall, sun-bronzed young woman cleared her throat and said, “Are you studying for an exam?”
Long, protective lashes blinked slowly over the copper irises as the somber Debbie Lawrence recognized the suit-clad beauty in her line of sight. “Bette. Hi.” Those words were followed by a short and polite smile that Bette returned.
“Hi to you. Welcome to The Met.”
“You’re here in the middle of the day on a Wednesday. I thought work kept you busy.”
Debbie shrugged. “It’s still busy. I just needed a break. I was being to feel as if I might explode so I thought maybe coming here would let my mind escape.”
“Is it working?” asked Bette.
The older woman sighed and turned her attention back to the painting. It was an abstract by Osnat Tzadok, a mixture of deep reds and penetrating blacks that flowed to a mixture of brown and tan hues. The piece was titled “Sunrise on Mars” as Bette followed Debbie’s gaze to the painting, she was drawn to the powerful strokes and subtle technique. Without realizing it, she sat down beside her companion in awe.
“Not really. What am I supposed to see in this sunrise? What message does it convey?”
“Art is all about interpretation. Especially abstract pieces. Their meanings are infinite. You and I could look at the same piece and see something completely different.”
“That’s very different from the world I live in. Numbers are black and white. You can manipulate them any way you want, but the numbers are the numbers,” Debbie replied.