Chapter 45: Evie
Evie turned on her laptop and logged in her secret profile. Ooh, messages! She opened them and then put her hand to her mouth.
She couldn’t believe it. Commissions. Paid work. For her art. People wanted to pay her real money to turn their photographs into avatars. Women from all over the world, short, tall, Latino, Arab, she had about twelve straight-up commissions and another twenty-five questions.
She shook her head, made a frappé and put her butt down, all sleep gone from her face. She categorised the messages, replied to some quick questions, then decided to start with a Filipino girl who was missing a limb. She had a cheap and ugly prosthetic arm on. She had sent a profile picture of her well-lit face and a full body one, front, side and back. She seemed to have re
