“No, though I did get a great kid out of that relationship—he’s twelve—and I see him as much as I can.” He studied the mural, but I had the feeling it was his son’s image he was seeing. “We’re planning a trip to Smith Mountain Lake, just the two of us,” he continued. “We rent the same cabin every year. Can’t go till late August when the gallery’ll be up and running, though, and I can get away. He—his name is Nathan—he loves it up there.”

“Where does he live?” I asked.

“He and his mother and her new husband live down here. Well, in Greenville, anyway, which is why I ended up in North Carolina. I have an apartment there and teach a couple of classes at ECU during the school year. So”—he ran a hand through his thick dark hair where it fell across his forehead—“back to you.” He looked toward me again. “I owe Jesse and I think he was asking me to help you if you needed it. And it sounds like you need it, so I guess it’s my turn to pay it forward.”

“Thank you.” I felt incredibly relieved by his story. By his offer to help. I had the feeling he had no idea how much help I was going to need, though.

“Does Lisa know you have no experience in restoration?” he asked.

“Oh, she knows, all right,” I said. “Jesse Williams wrote in his will that he wanted me to do the restoration, so Lisa tracked me down and hired me. Experience be damned.” I felt my cheeks color. I was leaving plenty out of the story.

We were both quiet for a moment. Oliver looked down at the mural again. “The thing is,” he said slowly, “while I understand your position, it’s practically … criminal, in my opinion, to have an inexperienced person work on this. It’s a valuable mural. It needs a professional conservator.”

“You don’t need to convince me of that,” I said. “I’m scared to death to even touch that thing.”

“Why did you say you’d do it if you don’t know how?”

I hesitated, but there was something about Oliver that made me feel safe. And anyway, I didn’t think there was anything he could say to Lisa that would make her rescind her offer.

“Lisa’s following her father’s directions in his will,” I said. “And he clearly said he wanted me to do it, even though he’d never met me and had to know I’m an artist and not a conservator. And I’m not much of an artist, either,” I added. “I wish I could be, but I don’t think I’m all that talented.”