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Draw Me A Picture
Book: Draw Me A Picture Read Online Free
Author: Meredith Greene
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    William Montgomery had--reluctantly--allowed his mother to guide them over to a street artist. The huddled figure sat against the building next to a simple cardboard display, pen and ink drawings pinned to it. Some of the pictures weren’t bad but his mother pointed to the one in the top corner; his own face looked back at him. The portrait was very good. William looked curiously down at the artist, sitting so small on her mat with her back to the building. The girl’s odd, beautiful eyes struck him as she looked up from under her dingy hat; they shone out from her fair skin like greenish-gold gemstones. He’d never seen their equal.
    She was a young woman, far too young to be out here peddling drawings--in William’s opinion. He felt instantly glad she had the sense to dress so plainly, lest she attract the wrong kind of attention. She’d caught his notice, however and he was drawn right in. Questions hovered on the tip of his tongue as he counted out the money. Why was she out here? Where was her family? When she lifted her eyes again to his--holding out the wrapped portrait--William decided to get a better look at her. Instead of taking the picture, he clasped her wrist and gently pulled her up to stand.
    Michelle felt like she was in some kind of dream. The man just reached out, took her hand and made her stand up, and she didn’t say even one word in reprimand. Up close the man was even better looking, if that were possible. Unlike most of the 'british' men she’d seen on TV he was tall and broad-shouldered. He seemed to be scrutinizing her just as closely.
    Giving the young woman an encouraging smile William pressed the money into her slender hand. The young woman's gloves were stained and worn. He felt a strange urge to cover her hands with his own and keep them warm. His mother spoke up.
    “You’re very talented, my dear,” she said softly. Glancing at the woman Michelle felt comforted by the kind look in her eyes. The woman possessed blue eyes like her son's, though a little paler in hue.
    “Thank you, Ma’am,” she managed to say, resisting the temptation to bite her lip.
    The woman lifted a gloved hand and touched Michelle lightly on the side of her face; the gesture was natural and concerned, but it caught Michelle off guard.
    “So young,” the lady said, smiling sadly. Michelle blinked; she struggled not to cry… not in front of them.
    “We should go, Mother,” William, said, sobering. He saw the young woman stiffen at his mother’s touch; he knew his mum meant it kindly, but there were times he’d seen homeless people flip out. This girl was pretty and shy but she could easily be mentally ill. His mother looked up at him and nodded.
    “Please take care of yourself, my dear,” she said, looking back at the young woman. Michelle just nodded, stupidly; her tongue seemed frozen. William and his mother began to walk away, Michelle left staring after them; she saw William bend down a little towards his mother.
    “You have to be careful; the homeless here are very touchy about their lifestyle.” His words, though quietly spoken, drifted back to Michelle’s ears. Wound up already, her emotions brimmed over and something in her snapped.
    “I am NOT homeless!” she yelled after the retreating pair.
    They stopped walking at once, looking back at her in surprise. Michelle felt her face flame, but the embarrassment merely fueled her outburst. “I live in a nice hotel!” she continued. A few pedestrians stopped and stared, too. “I just can’t find work! I’m a CPA! I went to Stanford! And I... take care of myself just fine!”
    Tears welled up, blurring Michelle’s vision; William's surprised expression, however, stood out with startling clarity. Shame hit Michelle like a slap in the face;. Flinging the dollar bills over the heads of the crowd, she turned around, seeking an escape. Grabbing her things in one swift movement, Michelle darted headlong into the throng of moving people,
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