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Chapter 4
"Ooo, it looks like you took my advice about the Art Gala," I hear Alissa say from behind me.
I turn around from my easel and look at her. "Yes, but I am still not sure if I am going to do it," I say, "It all depends on whether I like how this turns out or not." I say gesturing toward the unfinished painting.
"I am sure it will turn out fine," she says walking to stand by my side, "What are you painting anyway?" she asks curiously.
"Remember that pound in my backyard, back home?" I ask her, as I turn back to face my easel.
"Hmm," she thinks about it for a minute, "The one with the ducks and the gorgeous weeping willow?"
"Yes, that one," I say.
"I loved that," she says and I can see she is picturing it in her mind.
"Me too," I say and pick up my brush and continue to paint.
There are a few minutes of silence, but it is broken as Alissa's cellphone starts to ring.
"Are you going to get that?" I ask her as it rings for the third time.
"Yeah, once I find it," she says and then runs back to her bedroom.
I just sigh and continue to paint.
"Yes, I will be in soon. This is exciting, thank you. Goodbye," I hear Alissa say as she walks back in to the room.
"So who was that?" I ask as I continue to paint.
"Well, I get to do the article advertising for the Gala," she says with a smile.
"Cool," I reply, "Does that mean you have to go into work?" I ask.
"Nah, I can do it from here and then email it to my boss," she answers taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"That is nice," I reply concentrating on my painting.
"Mmhmm," she agrees. I glance over and she that she has her laptop out.
"Do you want a cup of coffee?" she asks after a few minutes.
"Sure," I say as I hear her stand up.
She hands me a mug about ten minutes later. "Thank you," I say with a smile.
"You're welcome," she replies and then walks back over to her seat at the table, "So how do you feel about Jerry?" she asks all of a sudden.
"What do you mean?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, while setting down my paintbrush.
"Like do you actually have feelings for him? Are you starting to like him? What is he like?" she ask all at once.
"Umm," I say thinking for a minute, "Well I have only just met him, so I can't say that I like him. I might however be slowly developing I guess you could call it a crush," I say and then laugh at myself for sounding like I am a little girl, "I don't know," I say honestly."
She looks at me for a moment, "So what is he like?" she asks again.
"He is nice," I say, "But he is a little strange."
"How so?" she asks curiously.
"Well, for one he has thick black curtains up all over his apartment, not even an ounce of light can come in," I say.
"How is that weird?" Alissa questions.
"I don't know, but have you noticed that we only ever run into him towards nightfall?" I ask, feeling stupid because this stuff doesn't seem like a big deal, but it bothers me.
"You were just over at his apartment the other day, during the afternoon," she reminds.
"Yeah, I guess you are right, but I had asked him if he wanted to go out and do something, but he said no."
"Ok…" Alissa says looking at me, "Why did he say no?"
"That is what bothers me," I say turning around in my seat to face her, "He didn't give me a reason; he just said that no he didn't want to."
"Maybe he was tired or something, and besides didn't you have a nice time just hanging out in his apartment?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say, "And you are probably right maybe he was just tired or something," I say, although I do little to convince myself.
"Mhmm," she says her attention now drawn back to her laptop.
I just shake my head and continue on with my painting.
After working for quite some time I stretch and look at the clock on the stove and see that it is now 5:00.
Wow I have been working on this painting for a little over 5 hours. I think as I look at it. This looks better than I thought it would. A couple more hours and I should be done. I think with a smile.
I stand up and look around and then realize that Alissa is nowhere to be seen.
"Alissa," I call walking back to the hallway, "Alissa are you here?" I question.
When I get no response, I shrug and make my way to the kitchen.
How could I have not noticed she left? I wonder as I get a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water.
"Hey, I'm back," I hear Alissa call. I turn around to see her shutting the door, "And I brought pizza," she says with a smile.
"How long have you been gone and when did you leave?" I ask as she places the pizza on the table.
"I have only been gone for like an hour," she answers, "I told you I was leaving but you were too caught up in your painting."
"oh," I say, "I didn't even hear the door close."
"You were really into it," She says walking over to my easel, "This looks great!" she exclaims, "I can't believe that you are painting this from memory."
"Thank you," I say with a smile, "A couple more hours and I should be done."
"Are you going to submit it to the Gala?" she asks as she walks over to the cabinets and gets plates down.
"Yeah, I think I am. Did you get your advertisement article done?" I ask as I sit at the table.
"Yep," she replies as she walks over and sits down. She opens the box and grabs a piece of pizza, I do as well.
"You know you should call your Aunt Jane tonight and see if we could stop by for a visit this weekend," I suggest.
"Ok, I will call her after we eat," she says.
Once we are done we clean up the dishes and then put the rest of the pizza into the refrigerator. Alissa sits down on the couch and turns the TV on, while I go back to my easel.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I ask.
She turns around and looks at me confused.
"To call your Aunt?" I say.
"Oh, you're right," she says jumping up from the couch.
She walks back into her bedroom, and then after a few minutes she walks back out.
"She would like us to come over and visit Friday," Alissa says.
"I hope I get my painting finished by tonight then," I say returning my full attention back to it.
"I am sure you will, and it is not like we are going to be there until real late tomorrow," Alissa says.
I don't say and anything, I just concentrate on painting.
Finally a little after two hours later I finish. I look and see that it is now 8.
"Are you done yet?" Alissa asks turning around on the couch to look at me.
"Yep," I say happily.
"I want to see!" she says excitedly while running over to me.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaims, "It is beautiful, it is exactly how I remember it!"
"Thank you," I say happy that she likes it.
"I am sure someone will want to buy it," she says encouragingly.
"Let's hope," I say.
The rest of the night is pretty uneventful. I watch a little TV with Alissa and then head to bed.