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@@@@@My feeling of being in a dream deepened An ethereal young man floated toward us from the rearNannuzzi might have summoned him, but I was 311 damned if I knew just howThey spoke briefly, and then the young man produced a big roll of stickers They were ovals with the letters NFS embossed on them in silverNannuzzi removed one, bent toward the first painting, then hesitated and gave me a look of reproach"These haven't been sealed in any wayexactly know what that is "Dario, what you're dealing with here is a true American primitive," said the severe-looking woman "If he's been painting longer than three years, I'll buy you dinner at Zoria's, along with a bottle of wine She turned her wrecked but still almost gorgeous face to me "When and if there's something for you to write about, Mary," Nannuzzi said, "I'll call you myself "You'd better," she said"And I'm not even going to ask his name - do you see what a good girl I am?" She twiddled her fingers at me and slipped through the little crowd "Not much need to ask," Jack said, and of course he was rightI had signed each of the oils in the 312 lower left corner, just as neatly as I had signed all invoices, work orders, and contracts in my other life: Edgar Freemantle vii Nannuzzi settled for dabbing his NFS stickers on the upper righthand corners of the paintings, where they stuck up like the tabs of file-folders Then he led Wireman and me into his officeJack was invited but elected to stay with the pictures In the office, Nannuzzi offered us coffee, which we declined, and water, which we acceptedI also accepted a couple of Tylenol capsules "Who was that woman?" Wireman asked "Mary Ire," Nannuzzi said"She's a fixture on the Suncoast art scenePublishes a free culturevulture newspaper called Boule