“I’ll just pretend you understand what’s happening here, Lil. It’s too painful to consider you really don’t get it.”
The two girls stood before Gail’s masterpiece of a prehistoric vignette.
“The museum director is going to love this.” Gail asserted.
Lil shook her head. “Alright, I’ll indulge you.” She said. The director is going to look at this hoary leader of his cave clan and will automatically understand he is trying to train them in the gathering and preserving of wild gooseberries. So…tell me….what are the bones supposed to be telling me?”
Gail sighed. “Every cave man vignette has bones in it. It’s a given.”
The museum director looked at her quizzically.
“Gail, can you tell me why you placed your prehistoric artifacts in the bunk room of our vintage CPR car? Were you aiming for a total destruction of this museums reputation?”
Gail spluttered while Lil snickered.
“Well, I was trying to draw a comparison with modern day travel and the transient nature of this clan. I think it’s brilliant.”
“You’re entitled to your opinion Gail but as museum director I’m going to have to ask you to remove this display to a more suitable area. Oh, while you’re at it, please sponge off the cave drawings from the outside of the carriage.” The director moved off, shaking his head and muttering as he went.
“Are you upset Gail?”
“Well, I was, but I’ve got a great idea. I’m moving this exhibit over to the Victorian kitchen area.”