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Show 155 "No." "Apartment house doormen! -Fifth, Madison and Park: I can send you the pics. And ..." "Apartment house doormen," Hunt repeated. "And interiors of elevators!" "Elevator . . .?" "Check! Hundred-thou. Show opens -- 20th September. Karpus Gallery. Good location. 83rd/Madison. That price is min -- minimum. No one has an eye like you for stuff like this. My promoter agrees. Can you do a canvas a day for the next two-and-a-half weeks? Big bucks. I've already put the pics of the elevators and of the doormen in the mail. Yesterday. Send your kids to college. Say yes." "Yeah. I guess," Hunt said and hung up. Hunt told Leah. It was August 22nd. "Why you?" Leah asked. "They think I'm right. They think I'm the man for it," Hunt said. "For ghost painting." Leah laughed. "Does that mean you're the most invisible painter in America?" Hunt's neck and forehead burned. "Possibly," he said. Leah apologized. "What guarantees?" she asked. "Is Suskind sending out a contract? It sounds too easy. Too good." "I forgot to ask," Hunt admitted. |