Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes Into A COMA
by Tux Toledo
Page 8
Several
visitors arrived shortly after Lars departed. I followed the
voices and found two Asian men talking to Fred.
"It's good to see you again," Fred said to them. He said
something else but I couldn't hear it over the noise of the
construction crew.
"Yes, we like the Prixley very much," one of the men said.
"I'm glad you like it," Fred said. "Perhaps you would like to
see some of our new works?"
The men nodded. Fred led them to a painting that looked like
a burnt pizza. He started to explain it but stopped when he
noticed me. He smiled but he didn't seem very happy.
"Please continue," I said. The Asian men politely bowed and
smiled.
"I was just finishing," Fred said.
"Enjoying the museum?" I asked the visitors.
"Yes, we always enjoy it," one of them said.
"Do you come here often?"
"Yes. We come here very often."
Fred was perspiring for some reason. It certainly wasn't hot
in the climate-controlled museum. Not yet, at least.
"Let me introduce you," Fred said. "This is Mr. Chiu and Mr.
Chou. They're from Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong?" I said.
They nodded in tandem and smiled.
"Long way to come to look at pictures," I said.
They looked puzzled and turned to Fred.
"Language barrier," he whispered to me. He then ushered them
into another room.
© 2008 David Biagini