I have to go. My parents are standing by a bakery of some sort across the street and waving at me with both hands. People are starting to gather around them, as if they need help. And if I have to call Cooper now, I don’t have much time.
The doors opened seconds later, and then there were people. There were people walking around the museum looking at paintings. Looking at my paintings. I hoped I could keep my excited feet on the ground.A familiar face came into my view.
Elliot! I said. I hadn’t seen him since the party and hadn’t texted him since talking to Tree Man.I didn’t realize you were an artist featured here tonight, he said.I wasn’t sure if it was actually happening either.
You look great.Thanks. I stepped aside, because he was trying to peer around me to look at my paintings.
These are amazing, Abby.
Thank you. I followed him as he stepped in front of each one. Have you ever entered your sculptures in a show like this?I gasped in surprise, nearly choking on chewed-up apple.
What happened? Alana asked.Liza’s strong citrus scent followed her in. It’s Liza. She seems happy.
I am not happy, Liza said.Oh, you just smell happy, I was confused.