Sodapop Curtis Drawing Novels & Stories

His jaw remained tight while frustration darkened his expression. He walked directly to Tessa and quietly collected the phone from her hand. Tessa didn’t resist. Curtis lowered his eyes to the screen carefully. Several design drafts appeared there one after another. Some were unfinished sketches. Detailed outlines, gemstone placements, handwritten notes. Everything clearly traced back to Tessa. The deeper Curtis looked, the more his expression changed to disbelief, anger and disappointment. He finally lifted his head slowly and turned toward Lauren before returning the phone back to Tessa.

It was January, when Florida was so much nicer; did Curtis know he had a boat down there? Curtis did know, the venerable Dean had sent a NSFW picture a few year ago when he was down there in January. They looked like they were on the ship called "Clothing Optional." It was a picture that Curtis could not unsee. In addition, in his office the venerable Dean had a large picture (7 feet across) of him at the wheel of his large sailing ship, one big enough to retire on and depart on a voyage around-the-world, using the old-fashioned route without the canals.