He was gob smacked by your portrait darling.’ How the hell did her mom know that? She hadn’t been paying attention, had she? ‘You see people in ...alleries who know what they are about looking at paintings like Hugo did.’ ‘Well that was kind of him. He doesn’t know I exist or could have a flicker of interest in him.’ ‘Is that so? Then why did he ask Heather where you worked and then ask her for the address of the gallery?’ ‘He what?’ ‘You heard darling. Just be patient.’ ‘Mom, mom. What are you. Our "disguises" wereso perfect that we had no fear of being recognized; not only did we lookdifferent, we moved different, our body language was different as wasour movement and gestures. There was a ball game going on which we stopped to watch. Dexter saw aboy there who he thought he might have some fun with. I didn't know itat the time but Dexter had a sort of crush on him. He never had thecourage to do anything about it but this time he steeled himself to dosomething. Every time the boy came. More

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