“Let me say goodbye to my mother, then I’ll pick you up outside,” Griffin said, his voice low, to Angela as they returned to the gallery.

“I’ll say goodnight to George and Peter,” Angela agreed as they split up.

“There you are,” Peter exclaimed as Angela joined him and George at the front door. They were saying goodnight to their guests, Peter’s smile broad as he beamed with pride. Compliments of George’s work flittered through the air like confetti, ...