“How do you know if something is real?” I ask Loretta. “Does it feel real?” she asks, and I nod. “Is it putting a smile on your face?” I grin. “There you are then.” “Which of these do you think is real?” I ask her, pointing to two spoons in the cabinet in front of us. “That one,” she says, nodding toward the higher spoon. We check the answer behind a sliding panel. It’s the lower spoon that’s real. Loretta shrugs. “There are forgeries on people’s walls all over the world. If they like the art, it hurts no one. If they bought it for the value it holds to others, then maybe they’re valuing the
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