Re: Well after 6, opening day
Simon looked off to the side at her words and that small laugh, but at her calling him artist, something triggered in his memory. "You're from the hotel, aren't you? The new apartment building?"
And then came the question about her commission. His look was most likely priceless, a mixture of confusion and complete dumbfoundment. "A snufferaoctopus?" he repeated, having absolutely no idea what she just said. "Is that some imaginary friend of yours?"