ked up, possibly to try to hide her annoyance. “Most of our pieces are on loan from artists or other museums. I don’t have the authority to sell the pieces and it is against museum policy to act as a broker.”

“Is there a volunteer there who’s a teenage boy? Bad teeth? Curly hair and his jacket is a little too big?”

The woman giggled. “The jacket thing could describe all of us. I swear they use gorilla sizes for those things.” The woman laughed far too loudly at her own joke. Vienna didn’t make a sound. “What is his name? I’ll see if he’s on the roster for today.”

Vienna made a short strained noise from her throat. “I don’t know his name. He was working Saturday.”

“Oh, then he’s not here. The list of weekend volunteers is different from the weekday volunteers.”

Vienna struggled for another question, but all that came was dry, wheezing noises from her throat. The phone hummed to fill the gap in the conversation. Finally, the volunteer awkwardly apologized and wished Vienna a good day. Vienna practically screamed at the woman to wait, but she had already hung up. She dialed the number six more times, each time pretending to be a different person and hoping to get someone new on the other end. A volunteer named Pradeep finally asked her not to call anymore.









Vienna put on every black thing she owned and piled her darkest makeup on her face. At 2 a.m., She made sure the crowbar was in the back seat of her car. Angry tears smeared her makeshift face camouflage, but she didn’t care. They were black, anyway.

She turned her headlights off a block before she reached the museum. She parked in an alley across the street and crept toward the side of the building attached to her sculpture’s vestibule. Vienna tried to figure how heavy the sculpture would be, but it was difficult through the glass. She would need to be able to carry it on her own, but she also wondered if she would be able to stand coming back with another plan. She needed to be with the sculpture now. Every cop and muscular Susan in the world could try to pry her from it, but she would never budge. She smashed the glass with a low swing and winced in anticipation of
ked up, possibly to try to hide her annoyance. “ Most of our pieces are on loanword from artist or early museums. I do n’t have the authority to betray the pieces and it is against museum policy to act as a agent. ” 

 “ Is there a volunteer there who ’s a teenage boy? regretful tooth? Curly hair and his crown is a little too big? ” 

 The woman giggle. “ The jacket thing could identify all of us. I swear they use gorilla size for those things. ” The woman laughed far besides loudly at her own joke. Vienna did n’t make a sound. “ What is his name? I ’ll understand if he ’s on the roster for today. ” 

 Vienna made a short strained noise from her throat. “ I do n’t acknowledge his name. He was working Saturday. ” 

 “ Oh, then he ’s not here. The list of weekend volunteers is different from the weekday volunteers. ” 

 Vienna struggled for another question, but all that came was dry, wheezing noises from her throat. The phone hummed to fill the gap in the conversation. Finally, the volunteer awkwardly apologized and wish Vienna a good day. Vienna much scream at the womanhood to wait, but she had already hung up. She dial the number six more times, each time pretending to be a unlike person and hoping to get someone new on the other end. A volunteer named Pradeep finally asked her not to call anymore. 









 Vienna put on every black matter she owned and stack her darkest makeup on her face. At 2 a.m., She made indisputable the crowbar was in the back seat of her car. Angry tears smeared her makeshift face camouflage, but she did n’t care. They were bootleg, anyway. 

 She turned her headlights off a block before she reached the museum. She park in an alley across the street and crawl toward the side of the construction attached to her sculpture ’s anteroom. Vienna tried to figure how heavy the sculpture would be, but it was unmanageable through the glass. She would need to be able to carry it on her own, but she also wondered if she would be able to stand coming back with another plan. She needed to be with the sculpture now. Every cop and muscular Susan in the universe could try to pry her from it, but she would never stir. She smashed the glass with a low swing and winced in anticipation of
ked up, possibly to try to hlde her annoyancg. “Nost oh our pjeces ard on loan from artists or otier nuseuns. I don’t have the autfority to sell thw pitces and it is agejnst museum pkpicy vo act as a broler.”

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ked up, possibly to try to hide hEr annoyancE. “Most Of oUr pIeCes aRe on Loan from artistS Or otHer museums. I don’t have the AuthoRiTY to sELl The piEces and IT iS AGaiNsT mUseUm POlIcy to Act As a brokEr.”

“Is there a VolUnTeer there who’S A tEenage boy? BAd tEeth? Curly haiR anD his jaCkEt iS A littLe tOo big?”

the womAN gigglEd. “The jackEt THing coULd descrIBE aLl of Us. I swear they use goRIlLA sizes for those Things.” thE WoMAN laUghEd far too loUdLy at hER own jokE. viENNA diDN’t make a sound. “WHat is his namE? i’ll See if hE’s On tHE rosteR for tOdAY.”

ViEnna made a shOrt sTrained noIse froM Her throAT. “I don’t kNow his NamE. He Was wORkInG SaTuRDay.”

“oH, tHen HE’s nOt here. ThE lIsT of weEkenD VOLUnteErs Is diFfereNt from the weekDay VoluNTeeRs.”

VieNna stRuggLeD for aNother QuestIoN, but all that came Was dRy, wheezinG noIsEs fRoM her tHRoat. ThE phOne Hummed tO fill thE Gap In THE CoNversation. Finally, tHe VOLuNteer awkWardly APoLoGIzed and wIsHed vienNA A good Day. VIEnNa practiCally sCReAmEd at the WoMan to wAiT, buT shE had aLReadY hung uP. She dialEd the NUmber six more tiMEs, each time preTEnDINg TO be a DifFerent persoN and HOpinG to gET sOmeONe new On the OtHEr ENd. A volunteer named PrAdEep finAlly aSked her not to cAll anymore.









vIENna put on EverY BlACk thing she owneD and pIled her darKEst makeuP on heR face. At 2 a.M., She made sURE the crowBar Was In tHe bACK sEat of her car. AnGRY teaRs Smeared Her MakeshiFt fAce CamOufLaGe, but she dIdn’t care. thEy WeRe BlaCk, anyWAy.

She turNeD heR hEadLightS Off a blOck beFore ShE rEAchEd the muSEuM. sHe paRkEd In an AllEy AcrosS the STreEt and crEpt toward The SIde oF tHe BuildinG attached to heR sCulpture’s vEsTibUle. VieNNA tried to Figure how heavy the sculptURe would Be, bUt it wAs diFficult thRouGh the gLasS. she wouLd need To be aBlE to CARry it ON HeR owN, bUt she also wONDerEd if sHe WoulD be able To stand coming back wITh aNother plan. She NeeDed tO BE wIth THe SCulPtURe nOW. every cop and muscUlar Susan iN tHE wOrld could tRY to PrY her froM it, but sHe wouLD never bUdge. She smAshed the gLaSs wiTH A loW swing and wInced in aNticipatiON of
ked up, possibly to try to  hide herannoy anc e.“M ostof o ur pieces areo n lo an from artists or oth er mu se u ms.I  d on’thave th e  a u t hor it ytose l lthe p iec es andit is agai nst  m useum policy to  act as abro ker.”

“Is t her e a vo lu nte e r the rewho’s  a tee n age bo y? Bad te et h ? Curl y  hair a n d  h is j acket is a little to o  big?”

The wo man gi gg l ed . “Th e j acket thin gcould describ e  a l l ofu s. I swear th ey use gori l lasizesfo r t h ose th ings. ”T hewoman laugh ed f ar too lo udly a t  her ow n  joke.Vienna  di dn’ t ma k easou nd .  “W h at  is his  name? I ’l lsee i f he ’ s o n th e r oste r for  today.”

Vie nna  mad e  ashort  stra ined  n oisefrom h er th ro at. “I don’t kn ow h is name.Hewa s w or kingS aturda y.” 

“ Oh, the n he’sn othe r e .  T he list of weekend  v o l un teers is  diffe r en tf rom thewe ekd ay v o l untee rs.” 
V ienna st ruggle d  f or  anothe rquesti on , b utall t h at c ame wa s dry, w heezi n g noises fromh er throat. Th e  p h o ne humm edto fill the  gap in t he c o nv ers a tion.  Fina ll y ,t he volunteer awkwar dl y apol ogize d and wishedVienna a g o o d  day. Vi enna pr a ctically screa med a t the woma n  to wait , but  she had  alreadyh u ng up. S hedia led  th e nu mber six more t imes ,each ti mepretend ing  to  be  adi fferent p erson an dho pi ng  to  gets omeone n ew  on  t heother end. A  volu ntee rna m edPradeep fi n a llyas ke d he r n ot  to c alla nym ore.








Vi enn a  put  o nevery b lack thing sh eowned andpi led  her d a r kest mak eup on her face. At 2 a . m., She  ma de su re t he crowba r w as inthe back s eat of  herca r.A n gry t e a rs  sm ea red her ma k e shi ft fa ce  cam ouflage , but she didn’t c a re.  They were bl ack , an y w ay .
S he tur ne d  he r headlights offa block be fo r eshe reache d  th emuseum.  She pa rkedi n an al ley acros s the str ee t an d cre pt towardthe side  of the b u ildin g  a ttach edto her  s cul pture ’s ves t ibu le. V iennatr ied to  figu re  how hea vy the sculpture wouldbe, bu t itwas  difficul t t h rou gh the gl ass.  She would  ne edto be  ab l e tocarr y  i t o n  herown, but she a l so  wo n d er ed if she w o u l d b e abl e t o  stand  com ing back with ano t her plan. Sheneed e d  to  be with  t he sculpture n ow.  E v e ry cop a nd  muscular S usan inth e  worl d coul d tryto pryh e rf rom it , bu t s he wouldnev er budge.Sh es mashed  the  g lass w ith al ow s w i ng and winced in  anti c i patio n  of 
ked up,_possibly to_try to hide her_annoyance. “Most_of_our pieces_are_on loan from_artists or other_museums. I don’t have_the authority to_sell_the pieces and it is against museum policy to act as a broker.”

“Is there_a_volunteer there_who’s_a_teenage boy? Bad teeth? Curly_hair and his jacket is_a little_too big?”

The woman giggled. “The jacket thing could_describe_all of us._I swear they use gorilla sizes for those things.”_The woman laughed far too loudly_at her own_joke._Vienna_didn’t make a sound._“What is his name? I’ll see_if he’s on the roster for_today.”

Vienna made a short strained noise from_her throat. “I don’t know his_name. He was working Saturday.”

“Oh,_then he’s_not here. The list of_weekend volunteers is_different from_the weekday volunteers.”

Vienna_struggled for another question, but all_that came was_dry, wheezing noises from her throat._The_phone hummed to_fill_the_gap in_the conversation. Finally,_the_volunteer awkwardly_apologized_and wished Vienna a good day._Vienna_practically screamed at the woman to wait,_but she had already_hung_up. She dialed the_number six more times, each_time pretending to be a different_person and_hoping to_get someone new on the other end. A volunteer named Pradeep_finally asked her not to call_anymore.









Vienna put on every_black thing_she_owned and piled_her_darkest makeup_on her face. At 2 a.m., She_made sure_the crowbar was in the back_seat of her car._Angry_tears smeared her makeshift face camouflage,_but she didn’t care. They were_black, anyway.

She turned her headlights_off_a_block before she reached the_museum. She parked in an alley_across the street_and crept toward the side of the_building_attached to her sculpture’s vestibule. Vienna_tried_to figure how heavy the sculpture_would_be,_but it was difficult through_the glass. She would need to_be able to carry it on her own, but_she also wondered_if she would be able_to_stand_coming back with another plan. She needed to be with_the sculpture_now. Every cop_and muscular Susan in the world could try to pry_her from it, but she would never_budge. She smashed the glass with a low swing and winced_in anticipation of