“Of course! Congratulations. This is a big night for you,” I say as I hug her back. “And you look stunning.”
Esben scowls. “You look barely clothed.”
Kerry laughs and kisses his cheek. “Overprotective much?”
“Don’t you have a scarf or something?” he asks with annoyance.
I loop my arm through his. “She does not need a scarf.”
“Come on. Walk around, and see what you think,” she says, beckoning us to follow her.
“I thought artists were supposed to wear, you know, big drapey shirts and billowy pants,” he mutters. “A little more hippie, a little less lingerie model.”
I laugh and whisper to him, “Your sister is a beautiful girl. You’ll have to get used to it.”
Kerry looks back. “Hey, is Jason coming? He said he might.”
Esben scowls again. “What do you mean, ‘Is Jason coming?’”
She whips away, calling, “Nothing!” over her shoulder.
Esben stops short. “Oh, I’m gonna kill him if—”
I drag him forward. “You’re going to do nothing of the sort. This is Kerry’s night, and you’re going to behave.”
“Fine. But just for tonight. Tomorrow, I’m going to kill him.” But he’s smiling now.
“Understood.”
Kerry walks us through the gallery, pointing out not only her work but that of her fellow students. She has a number of wonderful artworks, including a black-and-white series of sketches that I love, but I wander to an abstract painting she’s done that I particularly fall for. The colors are vibrant and cheery and smash across the canvas in wild wonder. I step in closer, entranced by the beauty, and I hear Kerry’s heels click as she walks to stand beside me.
“You like?”
“I really do, Kerry. You’re amazing. I can barely draw a stick figure, and you’ve got so many pieces here that have blown me away.”
“Well, thank you! That’s so sweet.” She leans in. “So, seriously, do you know if Jason is coming?”
I grin. “Are you two...”
She shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know. We had so much fun at that birthday party, and he’s really a sweet guy. I think there might be something happening. I mean, you saw him in his princess dress? And the way he carried that little Cassie around on his shoulders half the time?”
“He was awesome with her, yeah.”
“I invited him. I thought maybe...I don’t know.” She crosses her arms and bites her lips. “He’s not going to show up.”
“He is going to show up.” I spin her around. “He already has.”
Jason is standing with Esben near an elaborate metal sculpture. It’s obvious that Esben is working very hard to keep him talking and not let him get away. Poor Jason is scanning the room, then looking back at his friend briefly, but his attention is not on Esben right now.
“You better go break that up,” I suggest. “Your brother is going to talk until he runs out of breath and passes out unless you intervene.”
“Well, that might not be a bad thing. All right. I can do this.” She throws back her shoulders in confidence. But then she doesn’t move.
“Kerry! Go get him! If I had that hot body and a red dress painted on, I’d be strutting all over the place. Go. Get. Him.”
She shakes her hands to relax. “Okay. I’m doing this. Why is there no alcohol at this gig? Ugh.”
Jason’s face immediately lights up when he sees her. When she reaches the pair, I’m amused to see that Esben gives absolutely no indication that he’s going to leave them alone together, so I go over and insist that I’m starving and that we should hit the appetizer table in the other room. Begrudgingly, he agrees.
