He smiled at Ro, plucking the brandied cherry out of Noah’s glass. He popped it into his mouth, sucking the liquid from the bulging fruit. And then it would be pulled from the stem and that bone would be set aside.
“I bought it, of course. And you didn’t answer the question.”
“Art is supposed to be fun, free. Creative. But that’s only my opinion. I couldn’t speak for anyone else.”