Ned noticed our error as soon as we started our shift. We could be fired over a cock-up like this, and although I hate art, I need this job. We had to rectify it, and quickly. But before we could distract the curator, the gallery’s biggest patron cornered him three feet from the exhibit, where patrons collected to declare:
“Such a daring statement about race.”
“It triggers the viewer’s imagination.”
“A stark warning about capitalism.”
During a break for the speaker, I moved to turn it right side up. Ned shook his head. The painting sold for a quarter million.