The Asian Paintings expert came with the young man.
He looked more like a by-gone hippie than a representative of the Auction House. "D'ont judge the book by its cover. Keep an open mind," I said to myself.
He seemed excited, and promised to market The Album in Asia and so on. We eventually agreed on the terms of the sale and signed a contract. He kept saying, "Isn't it exciting?" Then, he and the young man left with my Album.
So I waited patiently. Weeks went by.
A beautiful catalogue came in the mail. My Album of paintings was featured in the catalogue. It looked quite impressive. I was pleased.
The Auction Day finally came. I watched the Auction online for hours. Unfortunately, The Album did not sell.
The Expert asked me to give him some time so he could try to sell the Album after the Auction. So I said, "Okey."
Days went by. No news.
More time went by. I called and asked him to return my Album to me. And I have not gotten it back yet. Do I need a lawyer?
After many requests from me and my daughter, the Asian art expert finally said that he would have someone hand-deliver the Album back to me. So far, I have not gotten the Album back yet.
So much for the Saga of The Album.
I guess Grand-grand pa did not want the Album to go back to the Far East.
Stay-tuned.
