“Hello?” Nadine waved. “I’m right here. Know what?”

“Do you remember how successful the gallery used to be, when Grandpa ran it?” Tilda said.

“No,” Nadine said. “I was a kid when he died. I wasn’t really into the gallery thing then.” She relaxed her hold on Spot, who struggled out of her lap, hit the rug with a splat, and recovered by putting his paws up on Tilda.

“Well, one of the reasons we were successful was that Grandpa sometimes sold fakes,” Tilda said flatly.

“Oh,” Nadine said.

“That’s good,” Gwen said, her hands gripped together in her lap. “The more people who know that, the better.”

“I won’t tell,” Nadine said.

“Some of the paintings that were real were by a man named Homer Hodge,” Tilda plowed on, “and Grandpa made a lot of money off him legally. But then he and Homer had a fight, and Homer stopped sending him paintings, so your grandpa got the bright idea of inventing a daughter for Homer named Scarlet, and he sold five paintings by her, making a big deal out of the fact that she was a Hodge.”

Gwen slumped back against the couch and stared at the ceiling, shaking her head.

“Invented a daughter?” Nadine said. “Cool.”

“No, not cool.” Tilda picked up Spot, needing something to hold on to for the next part, and Spot sighed and curled his long, furry body to fit her lap. “The painting you sold was the first Scarlet, a fake painting by a fake artist. And that’s fraud and we could go to jail. And people are going to realize it’s a fake because Homer was from a farm in southern Ohio, and the painting you sold is of this building.”

“I thought it looked familiar,” Nadine said.

“So once they figure out that one’s a fake, they’re going to come back to the gallery and ask questions.” Tilda felt her stomach twist again. “They might look at all the paintings Grandpa sold them for thousands of dollars and find out that some of them are fakes, and they’re going to want their money back, and we don’t have it. And we could go to jail for that, too, and lose the gallery and this whole building which means we’d all be out on the street.”