“It’s a favorite of mine, so I hope you like it.”
Curious, he ripped the protective brown paper off, then broke into a huge grin.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
“You have it already?”
“Nope. My mother does. Happens it’s one of her favorites, too.”
It pleased her to hear it. “I imagine she was fond of Maxfield Parrish’s work or she
wouldn’t have named her son after the artist.”
“She has a few of his prints. This one’s in her sitting room. What’s it called again?”
”Lady Violetta About to Make Tarts” Laine told him as they both studied the framed
print of a pretty woman standing in front of a chest and holding a small silver pitcher.
Curious, he ripped the protective brown paper off, then broke into a huge grin.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
“You have it already?”
“Nope. My mother does. Happens it’s one of her favorites, too.”
It pleased her to hear it. “I imagine she was fond of Maxfield Parrish’s work or she
wouldn’t have named her son after the artist.”
“She has a few of his prints. This one’s in her sitting room. What’s it called again?”
”Lady Violetta About to Make Tarts” Laine told him as they both studied the framed
print of a pretty woman standing in front of a chest and holding a small silver pitcher.
Remember When
________________