Getting to Know Her--Again

Tyson

Mae’s parents were obviously a closed subject. “Are you involved with the business outside of promoting it?”

She shrugged. “Somewhat. Patrick does the traveling. Because we deal with a lot of other cultures, we have learned the hard way they tend to take him more seriously than me.”

I nodded in understanding. “It can be tricky.”

“Do you search out your finds or do people come to you looking to sell?”

“Both. I enjoy the hunt. I love searching for the items. I love traveling.”

“Do you go out to the digs?” she asked.

“I do,” I told her. “Not always, but when I get the chance to go out, I do. I like to verify the origin.”

She sipped the wine. “Do you ever dig?”

I smirked. “No. I don’t have the patience to jump through the hoops. I did a lot of volunteer work and got some hands-on experience, but I don’t think I could do it full time.”

“I imagine it is very dirty work,” she said before bursting into laughter. “All right, that was pretty cheesy. But you know what I mean. I don’t think