It hung on the wall,a large oil painting measuring about six feet wide
and four feet in height and Sarah,a expert in Masters,knew a
Lambeborough when she saw one.
Lambeborough's were rather rare,since most of them had been
destroyed during the French Revolution in France.
So Sarah knew she was dealing with a painting at least
two centuries old.
Equally as stunning as finding a multimillion dollar Lambeborough
oil in a suburban American house in her new boyfriends
bedroom was the family
depicted in the oil.
Their clothes might have been 18th century French Versaille style
but their faces were clearly the people she had just met
dad,mom,toddler,daughter and Caleb himself.
You didn't need to be a advanced fractal reality nerd such as
Sarah was to figure out she'd met her match in this family.
Pamicked Sarah bolted from the bedroom in terror intent on
getting out of this obvious trap.
She nearly made it and was but 30 feet into the hallway when the
hallway seemed to shift and lengthen and the exit door stretched
further away.
Sarah put her hands to her mouth to stifle a scream when suddenly
Calebs dad,still in his homesy American clothes
stepped in front of the distant door and blocked her exit.