Sunday, we created shipping frames for my odd size pieces to protect them during travel. I wasn't sure how we were going to get Black Clutch into the car, but Ferry assured me he would take care of packing the SUV. I just had to get them protected. It didn't sound like packing ten paintings would be that time consuming, but each one had a wooden frame built to house it with cardboard and protective padding inside the crate, not to mention careful wrapping of each piece in bubble wrap. I was sidetracked by bubble popping more than once. No matter how old I got, I couldn't resist. Sera popped me on the arm to realign my focus.
Nate had run back and forth to different stores to get supplies. By the time midnight rolled around, Sera was asleep on the couch, and Nate was bitching about having
