و بالاخره …

AND FINALLY.

Patience walked through the building. She was very happy. On the walls were lots of pictures by new artists. She stopped and looked at one of the pictures. The artist’s name was next to it: Patience Philips.

‘I discovered this artist a long time ago,’ said a male voice behind her. ‘Before she became famous.’

Patience turned around and saw Lone. She smiled.

‘Well done, Patience,’ Lone continued. ‘I’m really pleased for you.’

‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Your opinion means a lot to me.’

‘Do you think we can ever be happy together?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know, Tom,’ she replied. ‘I’m just starting to understand who I am. I think I need to be on my own for the moment.’

‘Well, maybe you won’t want to be alone forever. I can wait.’ He gave her a kiss. ‘Be good,’ he said, and turned to go.

Patience watched him as he walked away. ‘Who knows?’ she thought.

A woman came up to her. ‘Your work is very special,’ she said. ‘Your colours are wonderful. They’re strong and dangerous. I think you have a great future ahead of you.’

‘Thank you,’ said Patience. ‘I think I agree.’

She walked through the crowd with her head high. ‘For the first time in my life, I believe in myself,’ she thought. Everything was perfect.

In a corner, Ophelia watched her, smiling. Midnight sat next to Ophelia and purred.