章 8: 7

Brandon drove her over to Mary's place and dropped her down. "Come." She called him. He parked the car and went in with her. "My family will kill me when they find this out." She said as they walked down. "Why are you doing this then?" he asked. "How can I give up on my dreams and let my life be wasted?" she asked him back. "Are you sure?" Brandon asked her and she nodded. Mary seemed to have been waiting. Near her sat an elegant looking man and woman. Both must in their early forties. She recognized them easily. Art museum director and his wife. She looked at Brandon and he looked clueless, clearly written on his face. Dariya stood near Mary and shook hands with the couple while he walked around big shop going through each shelf and ended up in her's. he looked at them as if he had seen a mythical creature in surprise. The name written on the shelf was Dariya's. 'she made them' his eyes opened wide. The beautiful scenery painted on the pots and vases. Like it told a tale. The night sky, the wild, the ancient rituals, the meadows, and the same couples in all of them. He was reminded of the Grecian Urn Keats has described in his Ode. Brandon touched them slowly. He could hear the conversation well. "So honored meet, sir, ma'am," Dariya told them both. "Mary and I are close, so I came here to visit once, and then I saw them." The lady said. "I asked her about it. She told me about you. We loved your work. We would like them to be taken to the museum but only if you would agree to.