Why?" Funny things are happening." 'Funny things'?" When I was in the Gallery on Monday, someone asked me about a painting. And I just told them what ...t signified." Well, that's what you've been studying all last year." Yes. But not this painting. In fact it wasn't one of the Gallery's." Someone just brought in a painting?" No. Oh, I'm not telling this right. It was a plate in a book about aboriginal painting. I looked at it and told the woman that there was a sick man being watched by women in. You will be just fine. Just take your time. There is no hurry and everyone in this room will support you totally. Won’t we class?”Everyone in the room shook their heads in agreement even though not a single one of them had the faintest idea what Janine Carlyle was about to do. Only her teacher knew that but she was just sitting patiently at her desk waiting for the young girl to come forward to Show and Tell the class herself.When the teacher realized more fully just how frightened this young. I didn't have all morning — just a few minutes to tell Danny off, in the fashion Sandy should have years ago, and then on to the college to pick up Stewart for an afternoon of trying on outfits I didn't plan to buy.The man who answered the door was a big blond brute, handsome I suppose in a rugged sort of way. Not my type, though. I prefer a clean-cut guy who looks like he might own a tie or ten. "I'm here to talk to Danny. Is he here or not?"The big guy, who I presumed to be Bob, actually. Right now I have to finish the interior." Jasmine nodded as we continued."These doors have to go," she said. One thing about Jasmine, she was not at all political. You always knew exactly what she was thinking. Not that she shared everything. It was just that what she did share was exactly what she felt. She never tempered anything."Well Uncle Slocum isn't up to building doors." I did know what she meant. The original doors were long gone of course. The front facade screamed for large heavy.