Gemotions

The tapestry, depicting scenes from a forgotten war, was being offered by my uncle. It hung in the living room for as long as I could remember. It was a tangible connection to my grandfather, who had fought in that war.

I walked into the room where the sale was taking place. "A shame," I said, "that the tapestry is in such a bad state." My uncle, already flustered, looked deflated. I followed up, making sure to highlight the fading colors.

I then mentioned an art restoration company that was exceptionally expensive and booked up for years in advance.