Miserable Pile Of Words

"Thank you ever so much, I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for your... help."
"Forget about it, Sonya. Despite how horrible all of this must have been for you, I'm glad I was able to flex my old skills again. Finally wipe that 26 year old marker off my ledger. I still owed your wife for uh... on second thought, forget I said anything."
"Why does everyone keep calling her my wife?!"
"You mean you two aren't married?"
"No!"
"... Really?"
"I'm married! To my husband! Harry! Who is probably worried sick about me!"
"Huh."
"Why is everyone always so surprised when I tell them that?!"
"Because she still looks at you with those same eyes. Eyes that shout that you are her everything."

I'm pretty decent at "Yes, and..."-ing and riffing on something someone else said, building up and then throwing the ball back, but when I'm writing by myself and I hit a brick wall, I will keep fucking banging my head against it like the world's stupidest bumblebee, until I'm nothing but a bloody smear against the wall.

Chagall had been so involved with his art, that it was not until October 1940, after the Vichy government, at the behest of the Nazi occupying forces, began approving anti-Semitic laws, that he began to understand what was happening. Learning that Jews were being removed from public and academic positions, the Chagalls finally "woke up to the danger they faced". But Wullschlager notes that "by then they were trapped".  Their only refuge could be America, but "they could not afford the passage to New York" or the large bond that each immigrant had to provide upon entry to ensure that they would not become a financial burden to the country.

How does that poem go again? You know the one. On the statue. The one in New York.
Oh, right.

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

of the artists with musea in Nice that the one with the art I want to use for this story doesn't have the nice museum where the rest of the action in the story could take place