I noticed her right away. She stood at the end of the table. Her clothes had seen better days, her curly hair was held back with old bows. The checkered dress she wore had been sewn by hand a long time ago. Nothing about her seemed to fit into our times.
My husband, the wonderful man by my side, who is no longer allowed to buy pictures or art without my supervision, outdid himself. Somehow he sneaked out and bought another picture. Where does he find them you ask? In an art Galerie? In a store? No, my husband finds his art bargains in a resale shop or at estate sales -bless his little heart.