Someone else is now trying to get the Tate painting.  Why?

The Tate was painted twenty years ago, and I am on the verge of finding out whether he is still alive.  If so, he might be able to create a painting of Chris Jennings.  That could be a cure akin to what Quentin had.  I can’t let the opportunity pass.

Barnabas’ behavior becomes more bizarre and polarized.  He is obsessed with securing an antique box that, and I am not joking, breathes.  Yes, I’m concerned.  But with others, he’s lollipops and roses.

Worst of all, he’s needlessly pessimistic about the chances of the Tate painting and arguably hostile toward the notion of Quentin’s survival.  Dismissive, at least.



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