The Fourth Dimension, Monday
Medusalith hadn't listened to the radio last night. If she had, she would have been out searching the island with a fine-toothed comb, not sitting in an art gallery contemplating whether that statue would be shown to better effect over by that painting. So she started the day perfectly calm, maybe even a little bored, but mostly in a good mood.
That would change.
Until that point, however, the gallery was open.
That would change.
Until that point, however, the gallery was open.