Now this couple (let's call them, oh, "Dan and Donna") already had several paintings by a local Artiste (let's call him, oh, "me"). And they wanted more. So "Dan" contacted the Artiste in question and asked about commissioning a portrait of "Donna". The Artiste, of course, was quite enthusiastic about such a project, because he loved painting (and truth be told, he was also somewhat fond of financial remuneration).
So Dan and the Artiste struck a deal, and work began. And shortly thereafter, the Artiste heard from Donna, who wished to purchase a painting called "Ace of Spades" as a present for Dan.
This pleased the Artiste to no end.
(An amusing side note: after the deal was struck with Donna, Dan contacted the Artiste again, this time to inquire about purchasing the Ace of Spades painting. The Artiste expressed sympathy and apologetically told Dan the painting was already spoken for.)
The Artiste was understandably amused by all this subterfuge, and with uncharacteristic restraint, only told a couple of people.
Okay, a whole bunch of people. But not Donna or Dan, which is key.
Meanwhile, work continued on the portrait of Donna:
And time passed, as it usually does. The painting and the Artiste found themselves disagreeing from time to time, but with the help of the Artiste's lovely and talented Muse, the painting was finished with an entire day to spare.
On Christmas morning, paintings were exchanged, Donna and Dan were happy, and there was much rejoicing throughout the land.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
