Sharah had an idea. She’d had it for awhile, but she’d never quite followed through with it. It wasn’t a big deal really, or anything that hadn’t been done before. For her though, it was huge. Accepting a little part of herself, allowing it to be her normal. She had one problem though. She had these two magnificent paintings in her room and she didn’t want them damaged. She was sure she could have asked Charles, but she wanted to do this herself. Show them both the end result after.

Sharah knew who to ask though. It was hard to get away on her own. Yavia and Charles had this ‘every night is date night’ mantra. Sharah adored them for it. She made an appointment for where she needed to go. Sharah moved some appointments around and took her lunch to go to Turner’s gallery. Surely he knew all about caring for and protecting artwork. If Sharah was lucky she might find a couple of pieces for the hospital as well. Helaky had mentioned changing some of the art work in the lobbies.

So early afternoon found Sharah entering the gallery that she had only visited by pure chance and accident. That was only a couple of days after the protest, before she had become so depressed. It occurred to her now how often she had run into Charles, and even Yavia, outside of work then. She chuckled softly, the universe knew better than she did. She walked up to the door and pressed the button beside the door.

Sharah