Mr. Elliott Finds A Family

“We’re sisters.”

“Half sisters. You two don’t even look alike. Carrie was the spitting image of her father.”

Beth Ann gave Glenn an annoyed stare. “I hate it when you play Jiminy Cricket.”

Glenn laughed. “That’s why I’m here.” He glanced at the work that appeared to be drying around the studio. Beth Ann bit her lip as she watched him examine the painting, not realizing she was holding her breath. Glenn was an enormously talented and highly productive muralist, who traveled the globe painting both interior and exterior walls. So talented and so sought after, he was booked several years in advance. Unless he developed some artist’s block, his next ten years would be filled with interesting projects, different places. But Beth Ann couldn’t be jealous of his success. He deserved it.

Glenn studied the backdrop of a grove of newly pruned almond trees. “I like that.”

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