As she started walking away and waved goodbye, I tore the sheet from my drawing pad and asked her to keep it–the drawing of 134 Carlton Street. She knew a young lady who lived there and was excited to frame it for her as a wall-hanging for her apartment. "Your first famous piece of art, my dear," she said, as she walked away, drawing in hand, and dog in tow. Every time I pass 134 Carlton Street, I will think of Marlene, of her dog that I managed not to chastise, and of Gordon and how quickly he had to be taken from her. I will also think of the little frame with my little sketch—my first famous piece of art—hanging poetically within its focal point, a fall trinket.
"my first famous piece of art" And the first of many pieces that will affect people deeply. I'm so happy she is writing again. Beautiful stories from the lens of a beautiful mind.