Fair Is Fair: A Friend Reflects at the Gallery
Back at Jan’s art gallery, it is late in the day. Linda is going over the inventory reports as Jan enters. “Hey, Boss Lady! Long time no see! How was the trip? When did you get back in town?” “Today. This morning. I went home, cleaned up, and decided to head in to check up on things. Did my mother call?
She’s supposed to arrive today or tomorrow from Rio.” Linda picks up a pile of notes. “Let me look,” Linda says. “Ah, yeah, she did. She won’t be here until tomorrow. Steve called a few times, but never left a message. For that matter, he barely gave me a chance to tell him anything! God, the man is almost like a hyperactive puppy.” “That’s all I need.
Steve and my mother in the same day.” Jan takes the messages. “I will deal with my mother tomorrow, then. As for Steve, it doesn’t matter. It’s all over,” Jan says, trying not to become emotional. “You never know. He seems decent enough, just preoccupied,” Linda says reassuringly. “That’s putting it mildly! I’ve never seen a guy so “book smart” who was so “street dumb”.
It’s no wonder Greg helps him out,” Jan says “I know you like him. It’s not like me and Larry.” “Huh? Linda, you’re off your nut, if you think that. You’re having fun with Larry, just like I had my fun with Steve. Part of me was hoping it would go somewhere, but I just don’t know now. He doesn’t seem to have time for me, so I’m not going to make time for him either. Fair is fair.