Re: Well after 6, opening day
"You're twenty-four, adopted, born on Halloween, and you have a twin sister named Olivia," she said calmly, refraining from pinching herself to verify this wasn't a dream and that the singer in the hospital bed that constantly haunted her dreams wasn't going to roll up any moment.
"How much would you charge her for the painting, your missing sister?" she asked, carefully not looking at him when she voiced the words. Instead, she did something that was expressly forbidden at art shows; she took the painting off the wall carefully, and she looked down at it.