Mama calls, “Darling, darling,” but I keep trying to get out of the water. Mama catches me by the waist and tries to hug me to her in the river, laughing while I wriggle and squirm.
“You frightened me, that’s all,” she says. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
I fight, kick, and finally I’m free. Free of Mama, free of the water. I run up the steep path beside the river and hide behind some bushes. Mama is calling and calling, but I keep on hiding because I’m feeling very sad.
Chapter 17
At Grove Gallery’s Summer Group Show, all three of Adi’s paintings sold to collectors who prided themselves on spotting up-and-coming talent. Gerardo had twenty to thirty committed collectors keen to acquire works by emerging artists but the interest in Adi on the night was such that he thought he might be for
