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The Sound of Love
The Sight of Love
“Really!?” He blurted out. “That’s great! I’ll see you next Friday then!” Ethan began walking to leave the gallery so that he didn’t get back to his father late. He had already been cutting things
close due to how much time he’d spent staring at the gallery. And that was before Eugene started talking to him about paintings.
But Eugene moved quickly to catch up to the boy. “Wait just a second – hold on.” Eugene needed clarification of what the boy was talking about. “Why not tomorrow or Monday?”
“Oh, I can’t. My dad only comes to the city once a week on Fridays, and he doesn’t know that I come here during lunchtime.”
“He doesn’t know, huh?”
Ethan just shook his head, not sure if that was a deal breaker for his new mentor.
“Does your mom know?”
“My mom?” Ethan reacted by laughing out loud to himself. “No, she’s too busy taking care of the other kids in the house to notice anything that I like.”
“And how many siblings do you have?”
Ethan wanted to respond by saying “four too many,” but he didn’t have time to joke around like he wanted to – he had to get back to his father’s office before his father suspected anything awry was going on with his son. So Ethan just simply said, “Four.”
“Wow – four, huh?” Eugene eyed Ethan. He still felt strangely and suddenly compelled to pursue teaching the boy everything he knew about painting. So, he didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to bring Ethan under his so-called apprenticeship. Perhaps it was because Eugene didn’t have any children himself and he found something endearing about the boy. Or perhaps it was because all of his other students were older than Ethan, and were only learning to paint out of educational aspirations rather than an innate desire for the ancient art. Eugene only spoke briefly with Ethan, but he could see it. He’d been around enough students to know passion and
talent when he saw it. And that was rare.
Eugene threw up his arms, willing to take Ethan on as an apprentice on whatever terms the boy’s circumstances permitted. “Fridays at noon it is, then. I guess that’s enough time, anyways – since it is free.” Eugene would have it no other way than to be free. True interest in art shouldn’t be restrained by monetary ability. Besides, if the lessons led to a true, lifelong passion in the boy, as Eugene hoped it would, then it may just pay itself off in the long run.
Ethan’s eyes lit up when he heard the word “free.” “Free?!” He repeated in excitement.
“Yes – free. Does that work for you?” Eugene quipped, trying to make a joke.
“Oh boy, does it! Now I can finally buy lunch instead of spending that money to come in here.”
Kyle and his wife and two children are currently living in Utah.