Chapter Two- Art Show
Peyton walked around after her peaceful night at Haley's concert mingling with the folk at her art show. She could divide them like a math problem. Snobs, people looking for work for their homes. Museum directors, looking for a new exhibit to make them money. And then the lowlifes, people who looked for the sport but would never buy anything because they had no money or use for such things as artwork. Those would also be the people who stocked up on the cheese cubes. She wasn't really supposed to mingle with them, but she couldn't help but notice a familiar brunette and had to go over.
"B. Davis?" she tapped her on the shoulder.
"P. Sawyer! I thought they locked you up here."
"No, I run this, what are you doing here?"
"Abigail, Abby, she just loves your work. Me and Lucas adopted her. She's loved your work her whole life. I thought I'd take her as a birthday present to see some things up close instead of in her old ratty books."
"Really, how old is Abby?"
"Eight, beautiful girl."
"I bet."
"Yea, she's just browsing, she knows she can't get anything, not after what else she got for her birthday. We teach our children just because we have the money for this stuff does not mean we need it, it's hard Peyt."
"I know, I know."
"Hey, do you think you could just casually say hi to Abby, she would love it, she's like the only little person here. Blonde, blue eyes, white shirt, blue jeans."
"Gotcha, anything for my best friend, maybe after this thing we could hook up."
"Yea, I want to know what's happening in your life. Nobody's heard from you in a while. We were all worried and then out of nowhere, on T.V., billboards, posters, everything, your art show. Abby showed us and begged us."
"Wow, nice, and I want to know what's happening in your life and all the gossip."
"Right, you missed a lot, you didn't even finish high school with us."
"Yea, I know."
"Here comes Abby, Abby! Sweetie, over here," Brooke waved to the girl, and she walked over.
"Yes mommy?"
"Look who I found."
"Peyton Sawyer!"
"In the flesh."
"Wow, Ohmygawd. I never thought I'd meet you, I'm Abby."
"I know, by bestest friend told me."
"Who?"
"B. Davis."
"Who?"
"Your mother," Peyton shook her head.
"My mother is your best friend?"
"Yup, we go way back, high school, cheerleaders together."
"Wow, she never told me."
"And she never told me about you, we're even."
"Yea."
"I hear you like my work."
"No, I love it."
"I also hear it's your birthday."
"Yes, I'm eight."
"Wow. Big Eight."
"Yes," she smiled.
"Why don't you pick something you want on me."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, anything for my best friend's daughter."
"Thanks so much." Peyton watched her. It was a sunny day in the midst of her rainy life. She did something good. It slowly becomes easier to do good than bad, each time its easier, keep practicing.
