She was persistent, obsequious and convincing.  “The vision you have, your ability to guide and lead, your unmatched passion and love for art, not to mention your credentials.  The search is for someone with will and skill,” laughing softly she finished, “and you fit the bill.”

“Furthermore,” she validated seriously, “lest you forget, I saw you in action at your own gallery.  We’ll make concessions as appropriate.  You’re what we’re looking for.  More than that, you’re exactly who we want.  A personal recommendation on my part.”

She was persuasive, but I declined.  “I’m flattered to be considered for what sounds to be an exciting opportunity.”  Regard for her was evident in my refusal.  “Much more so because it’s you who’s extending the offer.  However at this juncture, it’s not a position I would accept.”

Aware of the CAC’s upcoming exhibit, she’d mentioned her interest in a personal visit.  Concurrent with her suggestion, I extended an invitation that she readily accepted. 

It would be good to see her.  Additionally she’d pointed out, we could talk in more detail about the proposition not having given up on convincing me of its merits.  

I didn’t have the heart to demur given her enthusiasm.

The call was in the back of my mind for most of the morning. It lingered until my pre-arranged meeting with Kit.  She was scheduled to drop by the gallery for one of our scheduled lunches.  We’d decided on alternating meeting venues.

Upon her arrival we set out the food on the table in the sitting area of my office.  She mentioned that David and she had started corresponding.  Progress clearly made given his use of stationery in lieu of the previously favored post-its.

I admired her.  The changes she’s made and what she’s accomplished.  Since overcoming her addiction, our bond has grown.  There’s a natural familial connection and more than that a friendship that has flourished over time.  How things have changed for her and for us. 

Needing to convey the sentiment, I set my plate down and turned toward her.  “Remember the opening night at The Planet Kit?  What I said to you?  I just wanted you to know…I still feel that way.” 

Certainly our relationship was filled with history.  Neither of us timid about exchanging criticism and anger.  Our being sisters afforded that latitude with words.  In truth, she was more often the recipient given my lack of tolerance for flawed behavior in general. 

Having convictions seldom malleable to situations.