Bloody Weekend
Chapter 49
After being left alone in the studio, Amy walks around looking at Graciela's work.
He was rather horrified to be left alone in the studio, along with these paintings of wood and bronze.
There is a bronze face painting of the head, whose cheekbones are high and wearing a brass hat.
Maybe it was a soldier . There are
a strange painting bent like a ribbon, and so baffling.
There is a picture of a large toad of slightly red granite. And at the end of the studio, he came upon a painting almost as big as a living human.
He was looking at the object when he heard Graciela turn the key on the door, then entered rather breathlessly.
Amy turned.
”What's this, Graciela? Kinda terrible.”
”It? That's The Adoration. I'll send it to London Art International Group.”
While continuing to look at her, Amy said again,
”Agrible.”
While kneeling lit a gas fire, Graciela
said, ”Interesting to hear you say so.
Why do you feel it's terrible?”
”Kurasa... because of his eye gaze.”
”Truely, Amy.”
”But very good, Graciela.”
”That I made of various colors and mixed them to get a nice color,” said Graciela.
He stood up. Throwed her bag
he was big and had his fur coat on the cot, and he threw a few boxes of matches on the table. Amy was impressed to see Graciela's face and there was a sense of joy that could not be explained.
”Now we drink tea,” said Graciela, daylam
his tone also sounded warm excitement, as seen in his facial water.
It was awkward but Amy forgot about it, as soon as she saw two matchboxes that had a memory in her head.
”Do you remember the candle Karen Clark brought?”
”When Julia forced him to carry two boxes at once? Yes, I remember.”
”Does the person who found out if he actually had a candle in his house?”
”I think the police know. They are very thorough.”
A smile that imagined a sense of victory adorned Graciela's lips. Amy was astonished, and unhappy.
He thought, ”Maybe Graciela really
love Peter? Could it? Definitely not.”
A cold and moody feeling attacked him as he thought again, ”Ryan need not wait any longer.”
It was outrageous of him, because the thought was not
bring warmth to him. Doesn't he want Ryan to be happy? There's no way he could have Ryan.
For Ryan, it was just the little Amy. Never more
from it. I was never a woman to love.
Even more unfortunate, Ryan is the loyal type of person. Well, a very loyal person usually gets what he wants.
Ryan and Graciela at Logdewood, that's the end
a story that makes sense. Ryan and Graciela are alive
happy all the time.
He could imagine it clearly.
”Excite, Amy,” says Graciela. ”Don't let murder make you moody.
But Amy quickly said that she had to hurry back to her room. There is a lot to do, including writing a letter. Actually he would rather leave as soon as he finished his tea.
”Alright, I'll drive,” says Graciela.
”I can take a taxi.”
”Omong empty. We'll just use that car, again
it's here.”
They out. The night air is humid. Moments
they passed the end of the St White Chapel, Graciela pointing to a car parked on the edge.
”The antelope car. Which shadowed the shadow
we're. Justjust look. He'll follow us.”
”Silence once everything!”
”You think so? I think let it be.”
Graciela dropped Amy off at her lodge, then
go back to Fear Street, and put the car in the garage.
Then again he entered his studio.
For a few minutes he stood up in a daze,
while tapping his fingers on the fireplace.
Then he sighed and muttered to himself,
”Well, now working. It's good not to waste time.”
He pulled off his suit, then put on his work apron. He deliberately tried to learn to make sculptures from three months ago. He bought the goods and tools he needed from online and learned through youtube.
An hour and a half later, he stepped back and noticed what he had done. On his cheeks was a clay streak, and his hair was randomly scrambled. But he nodded in satisfaction to see the results of his work on the buffer.
The work was the rough figure of a fish.
The clay is affixed to paste it in large and rough irregular bongkah. The horse must be surprising to a fish lover, so much different from the real fish. But after all, it was a fish, a fish created by him abstractly.
Graciela wanted to know what Inspector Larkspur thought when he saw her. He grinned happily when he imagined the man.
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Ryan Cavendish stands worriedly
pedestrian traffic flow in Peanut Ave ⁇ nue. It
have ventured into the shop where attached the name of the company Lily Fashion with shiny gold letters.
A hidden instinct prevents her from just ringing the bell and taking Amy out for lunch. Part of
the phone conversation at The Blossom had disturbed his feelings and even surprised him. In her voice Amy heard a tone of surrender and groveling that hit her whole feeling.
Amy, who is free, cheerful, and loves to talk, should
jerk like. Having to budge, it was clear that he was succumbing to the rude and disrespectful treatment of his boss on that phone. Everything is wrong so wrong! Then, when she showed her concern, she said, Amy said the unpleasant fact that people must maintain their workers, because jobs are not easy to get, and that in maintaining the job, the job is not easy to get, more displeasure than
just running a predetermined task.
Until then, Ryan can be said to be happy
it's just the fact that there are so many young women working at this time. But even if he thought about it, he thought they were working
because they like the job, that by working, they feel independent and feel they have a role in this life.
It never occurred to Ryan Cavendish that a girl had to work from nine in the morning
until six o'clock in the afternoon, with an hour of rest for lunch, it was impossible to enjoy the pleasures of pleasure and entertainment of entertainment as did the bully.
He found out that Midge would not be able to go to a painting fair for example, unless she wanted to sacrifice her mealtime
it was afternoon, that Amy couldn't watch an evening concert, couldn't go out of town on a beautiful summer day, couldn't have a casual lunch at a restaurant far away, and was forced to postpone his leisure trip to the countryside until Saturday and Sunday evenings, and had to eat lunch in a hurry in overcrowded Parkview, or in a
small food cafe. She loves Amy.
