I’m writing to the kind and caring among you. As of the moment that I write this post (which is, admittedly, two full days before this post will actually go live), Robbi’s latest illustration for auction is hovering at a paltry penny.
I have it on good authority that the paper on which it is painted is worth far more, not to mention the paint itself, which is of a rather high quality.
As a result, Robbi is lying about on her fainting couch, demanding that I rub her feet and bring her ice cream. She’s too distressed to even sleep. And believe me, a mopey Robbi is far worse than a napping one.
Perhaps some kindhearted soul has even a nickel with which to lift Robbi’s spirits (and give my poor hands a rest). Or do I hear a dime?
