dispenser and started the blender up.
I’ll never understand how a guy with such few words can
find so much to talk about.
--
Especially when it came
to Elton.
Poor Elton
. I grinned and
chuckled silently to myself as I walked up to the sink and rinsed the
bowl out.
How many times had he got stuck talking to my
stepdad during a party or something?
Thank goodness Elton
was so nice about it. Anyone with eyes—
well except my
stepdad of course
--could tell Elton only talked to him because
he felt he had to. Ha ha. Oh well, it was those qualities
Elton had which made me positive he’d be perfect for Hannah.
I smiled again as I happily skipped up the stairs.
Now, to
tell Hannah about Phase Two. He he he.
Chapter Six
“I know that Milk does the
body good, but wow,
how much have you been drinking?”
“Wow, Emma. You’re really good.”
Elton’s gasped response at my somewhat obscure painting caused
me to chuckle. “You’re just being nice. I’ve
totally messed up. I don’t know what’s with me
today, but usually I can paint much better.”
“No. Don’t say that. Look at it again.
It really does look like her.” He paused a moment to
examine Hannah as she sat across from us poised with a book on her
lap. “See how you captured her face perfectly.
Look, at the lips and her eyes and nose. They’re
prefect--just as beautiful as she is.”
Shocked Hannah glanced up and I subtly winked at her. She
rolled her eyes and ducked her head back down. The doorbell
rang.
“Oh, Elton, would you mind getting that?” I asked
as I turned and nearly splattered my brush on his shirt.
He jumped back just in time. “Um, sure. Hang on.”
“Thanks.” I hurried to straighten as much of the
mess as possible I’d made around the table. If it was one
of my mom’s friends she would never forgive me for cluttering
the room like I had. Thank goodness it wasn’t.
“Chase!” I stood up as he came in the room behind
Elton. “I’m so glad you’re here. First,
this is Elton, my friend from school. He’s the senior
class president.” Elton rose his chin in acknowledgment,
before I ran over to Hannah. “And this is Hannah Smith,
the friend I was telling you about. Hannah, Elton, meet Chase
Anderson, my next door neighbor.” My smile beamed.
“Hey, thanks for letting me in.” Chase nodded in Elton’s
direction, before he walked over to me and Hannah. “So, I
came by to say hi and see if you wanted to come over later and visit
the puppies. Hannah can come too.”
“Sure. I’m painting Hannah now, but when I’m
through, maybe?” I looked at her to see if she was up for
visiting the Anderson home.
“Really? Can I see the painting? Is this it?”
Chase walked over to the canvas and I quickly met him there.
“It’s not done. I mean, it’s not that great
either. I’m having a rather odd painting day.”
Chase held his chin in his hand and really examined the thing.
“I think it’s amazing,” declared Elton as he walked
up to us. “Personally, I think Emma’s the best
painter I’ve ever seen.
“Really? The best painter?” Chase asked as he
raised an eyebrow. “Hmm.” After a moment of
contemplative silence he announced, “I don’t know, it’s
okay. I can definitely see that you have talent, Emma, there’s
no doubt about that. It’s just lacking a few things to
make it great.”
The nerve.
“Great? What do you mean?”
I placed my hands on my
I’ll never understand how a guy with such few words can
find so much to talk about.
--
Especially when it came
to Elton.
Poor Elton
. I grinned and
chuckled silently to myself as I walked up to the sink and rinsed the
bowl out.
How many times had he got stuck talking to my
stepdad during a party or something?
Thank goodness Elton
was so nice about it. Anyone with eyes—
well except my
stepdad of course
--could tell Elton only talked to him because
he felt he had to. Ha ha. Oh well, it was those qualities
Elton had which made me positive he’d be perfect for Hannah.
I smiled again as I happily skipped up the stairs.
Now, to
tell Hannah about Phase Two. He he he.
Chapter Six
“I know that Milk does the
body good, but wow,
how much have you been drinking?”
“Wow, Emma. You’re really good.”
Elton’s gasped response at my somewhat obscure painting caused
me to chuckle. “You’re just being nice. I’ve
totally messed up. I don’t know what’s with me
today, but usually I can paint much better.”
“No. Don’t say that. Look at it again.
It really does look like her.” He paused a moment to
examine Hannah as she sat across from us poised with a book on her
lap. “See how you captured her face perfectly.
Look, at the lips and her eyes and nose. They’re
prefect--just as beautiful as she is.”
Shocked Hannah glanced up and I subtly winked at her. She
rolled her eyes and ducked her head back down. The doorbell
rang.
“Oh, Elton, would you mind getting that?” I asked
as I turned and nearly splattered my brush on his shirt.
He jumped back just in time. “Um, sure. Hang on.”
“Thanks.” I hurried to straighten as much of the
mess as possible I’d made around the table. If it was one
of my mom’s friends she would never forgive me for cluttering
the room like I had. Thank goodness it wasn’t.
“Chase!” I stood up as he came in the room behind
Elton. “I’m so glad you’re here. First,
this is Elton, my friend from school. He’s the senior
class president.” Elton rose his chin in acknowledgment,
before I ran over to Hannah. “And this is Hannah Smith,
the friend I was telling you about. Hannah, Elton, meet Chase
Anderson, my next door neighbor.” My smile beamed.
“Hey, thanks for letting me in.” Chase nodded in Elton’s
direction, before he walked over to me and Hannah. “So, I
came by to say hi and see if you wanted to come over later and visit
the puppies. Hannah can come too.”
“Sure. I’m painting Hannah now, but when I’m
through, maybe?” I looked at her to see if she was up for
visiting the Anderson home.
“Really? Can I see the painting? Is this it?”
Chase walked over to the canvas and I quickly met him there.
“It’s not done. I mean, it’s not that great
either. I’m having a rather odd painting day.”
Chase held his chin in his hand and really examined the thing.
“I think it’s amazing,” declared Elton as he walked
up to us. “Personally, I think Emma’s the best
painter I’ve ever seen.
“Really? The best painter?” Chase asked as he
raised an eyebrow. “Hmm.” After a moment of
contemplative silence he announced, “I don’t know, it’s
okay. I can definitely see that you have talent, Emma, there’s
no doubt about that. It’s just lacking a few things to
make it great.”
The nerve.
“Great? What do you mean?”
I placed my hands on my
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