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start down my cheeks. I hear footsteps behind me. Oh , shit! Now, what? Wipe the cheeks, hurry. Think of something funny real fast. He’s closin ’ in. I feel his hands stop me and he turn s me around.
                  “What’s spookin ’ you, Kate?” He wipes my tears with his fingers.
                  “I don’t know, I guess I was asking too many questions. I just got too close.” I can’ t look at him yet.
    “ W ere my answers wrong ?” He is playing with my hair. I can feel his warm breathe. I want him to hold me but he waits.
                  “ U r…I don’t know …um…no, they weren’t wrong, I guess.   B ut little by littl e you’re sneaking into my heart, ” I say knowing I’m probably blushing. “It’s making me very emotional as you can see.”
    He catches my eye. For the second time in 2 days , Jay looks at me with surprise. 
    “ I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said this but that’s how you’re affecting me.”
    He pulls me close to him and w hispers, “Don’t be sorry.” This i s the first time we kiss. Now I don’t usually say, “Wow” when I ’ve been kissed but I did that day. The chemistry wa s perfect. Did I mention, I had never met someone who seemed to touch my soul and this was even before I saw his paintings?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
    It’ s about 9:00 Sunday morning when I reach for my cell phone and call him, knowing he i s to pick me up around noon. From his hello I realize I’ve awa ke n him . W hen I say I’ve just awakened a nd am thinking about him, I realize he i s smiling. He says he has to clean his place before he picks me up and I have to laugh because it’s such a guy thing. Oh , yesterday I found out he’s 35 , a perfect age for me .
    I breakfast in the motel café and try to stay calm . I tell myself slow down ; I am here on a two week vacation. I must n’t start acting like a fool. I’m not the Hopi girl he’ll ever marry. Have a good time but don’t leave your heart. Ye t , as soon as I hear his bike and see him from the window all my resolve melts . How could he look so damn cool while I am tied up in knots?
    His apartment/ studio i s below the 600’ foot Mesa in Polacca , once a potter’s commun ity and now a thriving suburb . As I expect ed , a true artist pad to be , it is a place where you spend mo r e for art materials then you do for personal luxuries , l ike food. There i s no TV, computer, microwave, AC , not even a fan. But there i s an easel, paint in tubes and quart jars, roll s of canvas, brushes in all sizes , and drawing materials that a re neatly stacked in a corner, for my benefit I’m su re. Leaning against the bed a re six of his paintings that ta k e my breath away. 
                  I walk to them directly . The sunlight coming through the wi ndow is excellent for viewing. I si t on the floo r and look at each one slowly. Jay says something but I shhh him away, I want total quiet to concentrate. Twenty minutes or more pass before I speak .
    ce off the red stone cliffs.
plaining about the heat, she'e on Jay' our new lifestyle.entence.ad to the top of the butte. XXX XXX XXX XXX “Jay, I am saying this as a professional who has seen a lot of good art work, these paintings belong in a gallery , they are exquisite. Now, I am saying this as Kate, if I could paint , this is how I would have captured the feelings of the canyons , the colors, the abstra ctions, the texture…brilliant! I am blown away.”
    Jay had by t his time poured two cups of coffee and seated himself be side me on the floor. He smiles his half smile . “Nobody’s ever reacted like that to my work.”
    “Let me bring slides of your paintings back to Manhattan and I’m sure you’ll get reactions like mine.”
    “Well, these six are actually going to an exhibition in Santa Fe next week. So I’m hoping I can sell them in that market.”
    “You’ll on ly have to worry about