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sailing and forget about Ms. Business Attire.  
      “Righto, Boss,” Fitz was saying, pulling Nick’s attention back to the moment. “You ready to spend a couple of hours crawling around the ceiling?”
    “I’ll see you up there. I just need a minute.”
    Feck it.

    • • •

    “Will the Egg Beater be finished on time?”  
    As if Miri needed her roommate’s question. Not when she’d wasted her entire day brooding over her humiliation instead of working. She sighed and set down her enameling brush, which had sat idle in her hand for the past hour. Four months’ work on her twelve-foot sculpture was now down to a three-day deadline, and at least fifteen hours of enameling work lay ahead to complete the final section. “The way I’m going, it won’t be finished by Christmas.”  
    Bree tossed her rucksack on the floor and flopped down on the old sofa by the studio workbench. “You’ll finish. You always do. It looks great, by the way.”  
    Miri glanced automatically toward the gleaming metal sections spread across the studio floor, ready for assembly. Her most difficult work to date, and definitely her most satisfying. A series of long, sweeping concentric circles constructed in stainless steel and enameled copper lattice. Sculpture Quarterly had asked to feature one of her works in its next issue, so maybe this would be the one. In the last issue, the Quarterly ’s editor had described her work as outstandingly original, thoughtful, and technically brilliant. He’d probably add off-the-wall when he saw this piece. Bree was right. It to look like a giant egg beater. But Marcus Carter had asked for something unconventional for display in his new medical center, and he’d certainly get it with this piece.
    “Well, so long as Marcus likes it, that’s all that matters. Anyway, why are you home early? I thought you were doing a wedding rehearsal until six.”
    Bree laid herself along the sofa and bit into a chocolate bar. “Finished early. Not one argument between the in-laws, and not a squeak out of the bridezilla. Can you effing believe it?”  
    “Not with you winding them up. I still can’t believe you do so much wedding photography. You being the woman who’s vowed never to marry and hates the whole ‘bride in a white dress’ thing.”
    Bree chuckled and took another bite. “There’s nothing like a bridezilla challenge and grateful in-laws. By the way, I’ve ordered Chinese.”
    Miri looked at her best friend sprawled on the sofa in her track pants and tee. “Rubenesque” was how Miri’s artist friends described Bree’s generous shape. Miri described it as straight out Anna Nicole voluptuous, riot of blonde curls included. Even in her usual dressed-down state, Bree turned men’s heads.  
    “Bree, you’re still coming to the unveiling on Tuesday? You know how I hate these things.”  
    Miri had tried explaining to Marcus that she didn’t want a fancy unveiling ceremony, but Marcus, being the culturally conscious type when it came to supporting the arts and keen to show the town that he had a Jamieson work, had insisted. Besides, the work was costing him enough, so she could hardly begrudge him his moment.
    “Heck, yeah,” Bree drawled. “All those arty types and the Mayor. Does the Egg Beater have a real name yet?”  
    “Of course. The Circle of Life . Marcus wanted the spirals to symbolize that however much we change through our lives, our core values remain constant.”  
    Bree’s large bosom shook as she blew a raspberry. “Jeez, that’s deep. He wants to get into your pants anyway, so he’ll love it no matter what it’s called.”  
    “Pardon me, the doctor is very discerning. And forget the pants thing. He’s just friendly.”
    “Friendly! Is that what’s it’s called? Dr. Friendly Pants keeps asking you out. Why don’t you oblige the poor guy?”  
    “He’s not my type. And he’s a client.” That sounded lame even to Miri.  
    “Aw, let’s face it,