Re: Well after 6, opening day
The owner of the gallery made a sound of outrage, a sound which Aura didn't even hear. She looked down at the paint, her painting, and then she looked over at him. She'd imagined her brother in the years since she found out about him, but she'd never imagined him as quite real. This man beside her, he was real and solid, and she bumped her shoulder against his as she looked down at the painting.
Again, she let the silence drag between them, and she didn't say a word. She could ask for proof, of course. She could hunt down birth certificates, and they could do DNA testing. They could do all the things that this sort of situation called for.
She didn't think they needed to.
She bumped his shoulder one more time. "Do you require DNA testing before I take my painting home?"