“Hello. Is that Rachel?”
“It’s Joe Wilkinson. We talked yesterday. About you buying some of my art?”
“Hey! How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good.” Joe lied. He was too frustrated to work and had wandered for a few hours. Now he was in Chorlton Water Park, confusing the geese by throwing stones as if they were bread. “You said to call you today. To arrange a meeting.”
“Of course. Look, I’m booked up for the rest of the day. How about we meet this evening?”
“Okay. Where and when?”
“Seven o’clock in Kro on Piccadilly. I know how to find that.”
“I’ll see you there then. Bye.”
Now Joe was horny rather than frustrated. Just the right state of mind to paint. He stopped messing with the waterfowl and headed for the studio.
Notes No update on Monday, because I’ll be far too busy all day. Normal service will resume on Tuesday.
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