Discovery at Little Hog Island, Part 28

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“Is this one of your etchings?” Dana asked, with some trepidation. It was a large delicate piece, utterly beautiful.

“These are all hers,” Ross said, with an note of obvious pride in his voice. Dana felt a little stab of something that felt almost like jealousy. Stupid. Stupid, she thought. I’m letting everyone talk me into something that isn’t even there. She let out a long sigh, and Ross and Dorothy both turned to look at her.

“I wish I were this artistic,” she said, trying to hide the real source of her pain. She did wish she were more artistic. She would have loved to have done the work that Dorothy had done. She walked around the living room, family room, dining room and kitchen, and down the hall, admiring the elegant pieces. They were an eclectic work of posters, photographs, drawings and etchings, differing in style but with a common thread or "voice."

“You might not want to view the bedroom etchings, if they’re the same as they were,” Ross said.

“Certainly she would, they’re among my best,” Dorothy said, urging Dana forward. Dana wanted to turn and run, but she allowed herself to be propelled into the bedroom. It was a spacious room with floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Big Hog Island. A large circular bed nearly filled the center of the room, with a white Norwegian cover and fluffy pillows with matching covers. On the three non-glass walls were huge pieces each centering on the touching of a single naked body part. They were tastefully done. Dana thought they were of Dorothy and Ross. She felt blood rising to her cheeks and draining away again. She took a breath and stepped forward to examine the pictures.

Part 29