![]() ![]() You know you love quirky crap like that.”Ī sudden crashing open of the double doors had me almost dropping the picture. “I can’t believe I bought it,” I grumbled to Leanne as we headed toward the exit. Don, the auctioneer, gave me a bemused smile as he wrote down my paddle number.After they’d gone on to auction off the big Buddha statues, I turned in my paddle and paid for my objet d’art. We got to the photo quickly and no one bid against me. They were probably saving up the good stuff for antique day next week. There hadn’t been much fun junk at this auction. I checked around to see if anything else caught my eye. Although the scene was dark, you still felt like the wolves had different personalities-the grumpy big one sneering at the poodle, an old wolf lying down. “Are you going to bid on it?” She knew me too well “Imagine getting that close to a pack of wolves to take a picture. But why would they have all the wolves facing the camera? You’d think they’d position them howling at the moon.” “It’s gotta be photo-shop, there are no brush strokes. “You should buy this for over your fireplace.” Do you think it’s a painting trying to look like a photo or did someone actually photograph a bunch of wolves?” Off to the side an odd looking wolf with curly fur was slinking out of the frame. “It looks almost realistic, but they mucked up a bunch of stuff. Leanne skidded to a halt in front of a dark blue framed portrait of about thirty wolves with a full moon behind them. “…twenny-five, thirty, thirty-five, thirty-five, thirty-five, do-I-hear-forty? Forty-five…” The loud, mostly incoherent spiel from the auctioneer reverberated from unseen speakers. Dust, the smell of mold, and something else disgusting I’d probably prefer not to identify, competed for dominance of my nose. “Oh, Ella! You’ve got to see this.” Leanne dragged me by my arm toward the side wall of the cavernous warehouse.
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