“Archel!” bellowed Fraunx Adonis, “Archel,
where in all of Iphi are you? Get in here. Now!”
“Coming!” Archel shouted back.
Standing with hands on his hips,
impatiently tapping his right toe, Adonis stood in his foyer staring at the
empty space above the fireplace. The boy slid through the oak doors. “About
time. I told you last week I wanted that painting in here. Why isn’t it here?
I’m here. It’s not. Explain.”
Archel slapped his head, “oh, I forgot.”
