“I am a genie,” she answered simply. Had she not mentioned that before? She thought she had, but she could be mistaken. That happened sometimes. After that quick reply however, she fell silent.
Jeannie was a little busy. She was handing over her own ticket to the man so that she could get into the gallery. Besides, she did not want to include him in her conversation with Betty. He was already looking at her strangely.
After her ticket was taken and torn, again, Jeannie moved further into the building, her eyes already going to the walls to see what sort of art they had in this place. She had been to one museum that said it had modern art, and it had not seemed very artistic at all to her. Jeannie did not think she liked modern art. She liked old art, apparently. So that was what she was looking for.
But it was not what she found. Wrinkling her nose, she stared at the painting on the wall as she waited for Betty to catch up. “Oh that is terrible.”