Chapter Thirty-Two

My mother was ecstatic about the turnout of my exhibition. My pieces were sold out.

“You were sold for fifty grand!” she told me excitedly.

“What?”

“Your portrait. The crying lady, as I like to call it, sold for fifty thousand bucks,” she said. “There were three bidders. But the woman who bought it meant business. Upped the price to fifty grand to eliminate competition. The rest of your pieces sold for at least ten grand. You’re going to be famous one day!”

I smiled. “That’s great. But I’ll get the details of the sale later, Mom. I’m gonna be late for my flight.”

I decided to go to Manhattan again. Eric had agreed to come with me. I could tell he was worried about me, too.

My mother stared at me wearily. But she said, “Good luck.”

I met Eric at the airport. “Are you worried about me, or are you here just to make sure I’m not goi