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A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Nigel Roth

In keeping with gallery etiquette, and painting examination, he sat on a bench facing the work. Hard as it is to separate the conscious action from the unconscious movement, he says he didn’t see her before he sat down.

As the various elements began to emerge from the painting under his scrutinizing gaze, and described the work’s flagrant symbolism and questioning mirror, she coughed.

He turned toward the cough, and found her.

She coughed again, and apologized for it.

Sorry,” she said, adjusting her mask.

Oh, no, not a problem,” he answered, “there’s a lot of it about,” he said, and regretted it.

There is, yes,” she replied, to make him feel less stupid, he believes.

I have a Fisherman's Friend,” he then says he offered, with questioning eyebrows, raised, on further probing.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know that a Fisherman's’ Friend is a cough lozenge, with a symbiotic mix of menthol, eucalyptus, dextrin, tragacanth, and capsicum.

That’s great,” she said, with what he described as a sympathetic smile, “I’m pleased for you.

There then followed a period of awkward silence, while he worried on the best way to address this misattribution of his medical offer for an aquatic acquaintance.

Oh,” he finally managed.

Oh,” she asked, momentarily pausing her exit strategy.

Ohhhh,” he moaned.

Oh,” she asked again, a little intrigued.

Oh, I meant I have a cough drop.”

A cough drop?

A lozenge.

Ohhhh,” she echoed again. “Ahhhh.

Yes. Not an actual ...

Right. Got it. I see.”

OK. Sorry about the mis …

No need. I thought you meant you …

Yes. That I had a friend who …

Yes. Silly. I didn’t …

No, no problem at all.”

He looked down at his hands for a distraction and rubbed them together as if sanitizing, nervously and for too long, he says.

He saw she was staring at his hand rubbing.

Dry,” he says he said.

I have udder balm,” she offered.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know that udder balm is a hand moisturizer, a useful combination of aloe, lanolin, vitamins A, E, and D, with no fragrance or dyes.

Unable to find any expression other than surprised amusement, he stared at her for too long, he admits.

There then followed a period of awkward silence, while she pondered the most appropriate way to address this latest misattribution of her hand relief offer for a veterinarian's bovine savior.

Ah,” she suddenly said, breaking the silence.

Huh,” he replied.

Ahhhh,” she said, stretching the word out and smiling.

Huh,” he asked again.

Ha. I meant I have hand cream.”

Hand cream. For cows?

Cows don’t have hands.


No,” she said.

No,” he echoed.

No, it's not for cows, it’s for humans.

Ahhhh,” he says he said, feeling stupid, “I thought …

Yes. No. But if you didn’t know, then of course.”

I didn’t, I hadn’t heard of ...



Well, now you have, so.


He says he rubbed his hands again then, and she coughed a few more times, and he analyzed the painting a bit more and she did too. And then, after a good while he says, she got up and walked toward the next gallery.

And the thing is,” he told me, “I really liked her.”

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