amongst other things. I thought of the sculpture I had seen that I was pretty sure Peter had talked about when we had ridden the unicorns. The glow from within, like it was mimicking the lights from the dreams.
The reporter, who was a woman with thick red, curly hair and a bohemian look had asked Christine about the gallery and its history. She started asking me about my background as well but Christine quickly changed the subject, waving her hand in dismissal as if I wasn’t important. I felt myself get annoyed at that and had for once given Christine a harsh look, unable to keep in my frustration. Almost immediately I regretted it, Christine looked at me for a couple of seconds before adding: “Alexandra is an important co-worker in all of this, she’s like my right arm, one I couldn’t do without,” and then she smiled ever so slightly in my direction. I was shocked but happy. For her that must have taken a lot of energy, saying something nice like that about another person.
“OK, I think that’s all the info I need for now.” The red haired reporter said. “I’m looking forward to the art exhibition, I will definitely be here and I will want to talk to the artists involved. If you could send me their contact details that would be great.” She shook our hands and left. I looked over at Christine.
“Thanks Christine.” “For what?”
“For saying that about me, the right arm comment? It was really nice.”
She didn’t look at me and seemed slightly embarrassed. “It wasn’t me being nice or polite. I wouldn’t have said
it if it wasn’t true.”
She walked away and I smiled shaking my head. There was a good person in there somewhere.