She gathered the money that people had paid her, put it in an envelope and handed it to Pastor Frank Selvaggio.
He took it and said, “Thank you, Alette. You have a great gift, bringing so much beauty into people’s lives.”
Did you hear that, Mother? When Alette was in San Francisco, she spent hours visiting the Museum of Modern Art,
and she haunted the De Young Museum to study their collection of American art.
Several young artists were copying some of the paintings on the museum’s walls.
One young man in particular caught Alette’s eye. He was in his late twenties, slim and blond, with a strong, intelligent face.
He was copying Georgia O’Keeffe’s Petunias, and his work was remarkably good.
The artist noticed Alette watching him. “Hi.” His voice was a warm yellow.
“Hello,” Alette said shyly. The artist nodded toward the painting he was working on. “What do you think?”
Bellissimo. I think it’s wonderful.And she waited for her inner voice to say, For a stupid amateur.
But it didn’t happen. She was surprised. “It’s really wonderful.”
He smiled. “Thank you. My name is Richard, Richard Melton.” “Alette Peters.”
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