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A Different Painting

"Never mind," I muttered, rolling up the painting. This wasn't something ordinary for the layman to understand. "Why is Gertrude with you?"

"Gertrude?" Picasso asked, confusion appearing on his face. "What Gertrude?"

"Gertrude, the little girl that was here. Agnes sister."

"As I have said to you before, I do not know Agnes and there's no Gertrude. The only little girl here is my daughter— hold on, did she tell you her name is Gertrude?"

I raised my eyebrows at him and said nothing.

He continued. "She must have told you her name is Gertrude. She usually tells that to strangers just like the man here the other day."

"How interesting," I mumbled. Gertrude had told me that she was the only one who remembered what had happened. Picasso's words only confirmed my suspicions that Agnes's mother was more powerful than anyone knew. Could she have possibly bewitched so many people? "I'm sure it was for safety reasons," I smiled. "What an intelligent young child you have raised."

"I suppose," he
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