"It's kind of
like a jewelry and trinkets show," Trisha explained as Amanda locked her
apartment door behind her. "It's not something I do, but I thought we
could show some support to some fellow artists."
Amanda nodded and
they walked out the apartment.
where I get my accessories," Trisha said, "I honestly think they're
much better than the junk costume jewelry at the discount store. The jeweler's
nearby is a bit rich for my blood."
Amanda chuckled. She
doesn't wear jewelry except for her pendant. But she does like seeing other's
They walked into the
studio and were greeted by the host of the show.
The room reminded
her of the boutiques that she has visited in Vermont. Except for price tags
below each object, there were cards that it described the piece, named the
artist and had the price.
Amanda looked up
from one of the pieces at Trisha who already had a few on and was chatting away
with someone else.
"Well, I didn't
expect you here!" a voice boomed behind her.
Amanda spun around
and came face to chest with Mr. Carter. She looked up to see him in an
unusually good mood.
"You seem to be
in an unusually good mood," Amanda said out loud, then she blushed. She
realized that she implied that he was normally grumpy.
Mr. Carter didn't seem to notice, "I've had some good news from
home." He winked at Trisha who giggled as if it were some inside joke.
Amanda was about to
ask what was funny but changed her mind. Later that evening, the moment would
come back to the forefront of her mind.
Trisha was there
much longer than Amanda. She was also an extrovert, able to turn anyone into a
close friend within minutes. It's likely her and Mr. Carter shared a past
secret that Amanda didn't know about.
Amanda checked the
clock. It was early but she felt she could go to sleep right now.
It's about time, she thought. She wasn't able
to sleep much the past few days since her last sleep marathon. She had nothing
important to do, so she got ready for bed. By the time she reached her bed, she
could barely crawl into it.