Chapter 14
The auction ballroom was repaired.
New vase.
Same stage.
I considered never using it again.
Then decided that gave one night too much ownership.
A year later, we held another charity event.
No child auction jokes.
A remarkably low standard.
Daisy attended for twenty minutes.
Then became bored.
Good.
She asked Arthur if she could use a bid paddle.
He gave her one.
She raised it during an auction for a painting.
I nearly bought a $90,000 painting because my five-year-old liked the dog in the corner.
Arthur stopped me.
Loyal man.
Daisy whispered:
“Maybe worth fifty.”
May you like
She had learned negotiation.
Dangerous.
