Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16They banded together like a herd of turtles. The Information Desk clerk pointed to the docent across the atrium. Jessica was standing between a mysterious painting and a window bursting with glass blossoms by Dale Chihuly. She waved and the troop all moved toward her like one giant tortoise.