Sublime

The hurt she’d felt on stumbling across Leah and her friends at lunch returned.

Now she knew for sure. An established artist she admired profoundly had judged her his equal.

In artworks and in the industry, compromise was obvious to her.

Would a family of her own be an enrichment or a duty?

is this money dirty, is all money, is it real freedom if it is bought …

Lally was a decade too old to be the subject of Farr’s interest. What a wounding relief.

Em had a slight lankiness to her. She wasn’t just slim, she was skinny, scrawny maybe, in a way Pat noticed other women noticing.

That they were all in this sticky web together and it just so happened to be her head on the block now, but glasshouses and stones and fuck them

They’d had the gall to tell her it would be ‘great exposure’ for Gallery Lally. On top of their insulting presumptuousness