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Elizabeth stepped onto the foggy sidewalk, shivering slightly as she hit the speed dial on her cellphone.
“Hey, El!”
Neal’s voice was enough to make her feel warmer immediately.
“Neal, I just wanted to tell you, I’m at a bar called Maxfield’s there’s this mural…”
“The Pied Piper,” he interrupted. “It's gorgeous. Parrish painted himself as the piper.”
“And he put his sons in there too.”
“Uh huh,” Neal replied. His tone deepened slightly. “You know what I’m looking at right now?”
“My husband doing his job?” she guessed.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“So we’re both seeing works of art?”
“Absolutely.”