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me she scryed for her lover’s image and if I’m not mistaken - those nudes you’re talking about are of him. I just didn’t know they’d be naked!”
    “Nudes are usually naked, Nanette,” Angelique observed, dryly.
    “Well, this should be interesting. In fact - I think one of those statues just might come to life tonight.”
    “How do you know?”
    “How do I know anything?”
    “Touché.”
    “I want my baby to be happy. And a woman is never truly happy unless she has a man.”
    “That’s not necessarily true. I’ve known many women…
    “You know what I mean. I’m not too old to have forgotten what a man’s hands felt like on my body. And you! You are getting plenty of action now, yourself! And don’t tell me it doesn’t make all the difference in the world.”
    Angelique smiled, but did not comment. Life with Philipe was tremendously exciting and she had their Christmas adventure at Wildflower Way to thank for that. This conversation was proving to be a bit - over-simulative. Time to cut it short. “We’ll be in Austin in about an hour and a half.”
    Evangeline greeted her grandmother and Angelique warmly. Getting them settled in the house was a pleasure. “This is a great place, Evangeline.” At the beginning, Nanette had been opposed to Evangeline transferring to UT from Tulane. But finally she had given in. Now seeing how Evangeline had coped, and the success she had found with her sculpting, Nanette was glad she had not been selfish.
    “Angelique, keep your eyes open. I really want to understand what is going on with my mom’s voice and the music.”
    “I will. Don’t you worry about a thing. We have come to take care of you.” She knew that would make Evangeline feel better, instantly.
    “That’s right. You just go put on some lipstick, and some perfume. I have a feeling tonight is going to be one that you will remember forever.” Nanette sat down in one of the armchairs, already tired before the festivities could even get started. But she was determined to be there for her granddaughter. “Now, what is the dress code for the evening?”
     
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    Austin had turned out for the soiree of the fall season. The Newman Sculpture Museum was awash in tiny, white, twinkling lights and the guests were attired in what was called Texas Black Tie - denim, diamonds, boots and anything goes. The party flowed both inside and outside. The gardens were a sight to behold - bridges over lily ponds and gazebos with cozy benches, all surrounded by lush gardens where around every turn was a beautiful piece of sculpture. Newman Sculpture Gardens was the premier spot for a budding artist to be allowed to display their work.
    And there were many wonderful pieces of sculpture on display, but the two erotic nudes that had emerged from the talented hands of the mysterious Evangeline Martel were attracting undue attention. Women were circling the pieces, whispering and coming close enough to steal a quick touch of the life-like sculptures. Some of them were smiling and some of them were staring, but all were entranced - both men and women alike. None more than two of Austin’s finest firefighters, Buck Wilson and Sean Scott. “Sean, it’s not like I stare at him in the locker room, or anything - but there is no doubt in my mind - this is Eric McAllister. What in the hell is going on? Has the chief seen this?” Buck wanted to laugh, but actually, he was a little jealous. He would give his eye-teeth and an arm to be hung like that.
    Sean chuckled. “Buck, Eric has some explaining to do! You heard the talk! Jessica is two-timing him. But, what can he say, now? Somebody has sure seen him naked, besides Jessica. I wonder where the artist is that nailed him to the wall?”
    “What are you talking about, it looks like he nailed her. How else would she know what he looks like, I mean - shit! We‘d better go outside, see if we can head him off and give him a head’s up about this mess.”
     
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