Her expression turned wistful, an unspoken want behind her seemingly pleasant facade. "You're right," Rosemarie replied, voice soft. If only their actions could be forgotten, even at the cost of a better perspective...
Here, her eyes wandered to the book in her hands. As if struck by a thought, the woman reached in and pulled out her laminated bookmark. This should fulfill the objective quite nicely, as much as the men had passed her criteria. "Sorry to have chosen something depressing as a distracting topic, gentlemen. Hopefully my suffering has made you feel better at least," she said as Rosemarie held the object out to the pair. "Here. A gift."
It was an ordinary bookmark with a bright red tassel. On one side was the aforementioned Camille Monet on her deathbed (http://i.imgur.com/3kMX7.jpg). The other contained the words "Prescott Gallery" with the signature of its most prized patron:
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Here, her eyes wandered to the book in her hands. As if struck by a thought, the woman reached in and pulled out her laminated bookmark. This should fulfill the objective quite nicely, as much as the men had passed her criteria. "Sorry to have chosen something depressing as a distracting topic, gentlemen. Hopefully my suffering has made you feel better at least," she said as Rosemarie held the object out to the pair. "Here. A gift."
It was an ordinary bookmark with a bright red tassel. On one side was the aforementioned Camille Monet on her deathbed (http://i.imgur.com/3kMX7.jpg). The other contained the words "Prescott Gallery" with the signature of its most prized patron:
Major Claude P. Harrington.