When artist, Nicole Jeffords, learns that a reputable psychic who often works with the police has had a vision that the remains of a fifty-year-old male may be buried under an artist's studio in Austin, she becomes convinced that the studio in quest...
"Why'd you do that?" Alicia asked Emil when they were back out on the street.
"Do what?" said Emil with mock innocence.
"Give that creep your autograph. It's not like you."
"I wanted to punch him in the face. All that anti-Semitic innuendo. It was my way of sticking it to him."
"Yeah? Well, I feel like we stick out here enough as it is. Better to keep a low profile."
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Emil at his Bar Mitzvah
Of course, Alicia and Emil did look different – city as opposed to country, Alicia with her exotic beauty, stylish handbag and hot designer shoes, Emil with his craggy intellectual face and the inquisitive nature that defined every glance and movement. People did turn to stare, not necessarily in an unfriendly manner, but more as if the two of them were alien creatures, visitors from the East or West Coast who spoke a different language, and had different and opposing values.
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Emil, Psychotherapist (Nicole Jeffords, Oil on Canvas, 24x18, 2016)
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Alicia, Bounty Hunter (Nicole Jeffords, Oil on Canvas, 20x16, 2016)
To Alicia, who always felt at home wherever she went, this was a disconcerting and even slightly shocking feeling. Given current conservative politics, it brought out her fighting spirit, a sense of outrage so huge that from that moment forward, in the sunny and seemingly happy town of Harrison, it was to drive her every thought and action.
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A billboard in Harrison, Arkansas
She wove her arm through Emil's and said, "You know, in a weird way I'm enjoying this."
"What? Being the only Jew in a town of small minded racists?"
She smiled at him. "Something like that. It makes me want to get out there and fight."
He tightened his arm in hers, drawing her close. "Hang onto that feeling, honey. You're gonna need it when we venture through the hallowed doors of Walmart in a few minutes."
