mind was filled with thoughts of her mother as she casually strolled across the
park. She came upon a young woman sitting on a bench working on a water
color of the statue of former Albanyville mayor Grayson Baily which stood in the
center of the park.
exclaimed as she looked intently at the artwork. "That's really
you," Janet smiled as she looked up at Grace. She turned to face her
and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Janet."
"Hello, my name's
Grace." She gave her hand a light shake. "You do that very
well. I wish I had some sort of talent like that. I can only seem to
draw stick people."
"Well, it's something
I've had to work at. Granted, I view my artistic abilities as a gift, but
I have to keep working on them so that they advance." Janet watched
Grace closely and quickly noticed that her heart was heavy with worries.
"Are you okay? You seem like you have something on your mind."
"Is it that
obvious?" Grace let out a small sigh and then plopped herself down
onto the bench beside Janet.
let out a small laugh. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm a
very good listener."
Grace thought for a
moment. Why should she tell her darkest fears to a complete
stranger? She didn't know Janet at all. How could she know she was
trustworthy? Grace considered her options and then decided that maybe an
outside opinion might be a good thing. Maybe someone with distance from
her situation and life could give her the answers that she searched for.
"I'm sorry," Janet
blushed. "I-I'm being nosy. I really didn't aim to pry."
"Oh, no! It's not
that at all." Grace lowered her head slightly as she chewed on her
lip. She desperately wanted to confide in someone, but quickly grew afraid
of what Janet would surely think of her because of her family.
"I-it's just that...well...my family's past has not necessarily been a
"Actually, I know what
you mean." Janet looked away for a moment as her face clouded over
with thoughts and memories of a time that was best forgotten. "I know
exactly what you mean."