Page 90 of Eternal Obsession

“He got two years,” Ingrid said.

“Paroled in six months.” James hugged Ingrid.

I studied them both to ascertain any romantic involvement. James was in love with her though Ingrid was oblivious to the fact.

“Well, we hit it off immediately,” Ingrid said, “and here I am, scoffing his delicious food. James makes the best chocolate roll.”

“Chocolate roulade.” James rolled his eyes.

“That’s what I said, chocolate roll.” Ingrid winked at me.

James shook his head, remonstrating his disapproval. “Incorrigible. So, Jadeon, tell me more about your work.”

“Well,” I began, “I am passionate about art.”

“Do you have a gallery?” James said.

“No, but I am considering opening one.” This was not far from the truth, but I had things to settle before I could.

“I have some interesting pieces that I’d love to show you,” James said. “What style of art do you prefer?”

Through the long descent of years, I had wandered among remarkable artists, adored their work, learned the secrets of their hands. But here, such truths could never be spoken.

“The old masters,” I replied. “But I’m also open to contemporary.”

“How wonderful. Have you sold any recently?”

“Yes, I sold a Joseph Turner.”

“No, seriously, have you?”

“I hated it,” Alex said.

“No bloody way!” Belle said.

James stared at us, unsure. “Are you for real?”

“Quite real,” I said.

“Jadeon currently has a painting on show at the National,” Ingrid said.

“Really?” James was impressed.

I nodded. “Raphael’s St. Catherine.”

“Super!” James responded. “I believe that email came in. I’m a member of their gallery. Quite a discovery. Where did you find it?”

“It was in my family’s collection,” I admitted.

“And you, Alex,” James said. “What do you do?”

“I just look after the castle, pretty much,” Alex replied.

“You guys are a riot.” Belle laughed.

“No, seriously, do you work?” James asked again, amused.

Alex looked at the many faces now staring at him awaiting his answer.