A Dry Place for the Pictures

A young woman sits under the blue bridge. She holds a large bag of pictures. “Are you Lily?” Eva asks. “Yes.” Eva takes the red notebook out of her bag. “I think this is yours,” she says.

Lily opens it and smiles. “My notebook! Thank you!” she says. She looks at the rain. “But now there is no show,” she says.

“Your drawings are lovely,” Eva says. Lily shows her a picture of the bakery. Tom is by the window with a tray of bread. “Maybe Tom can help,” Eva says.

“His bakery has a big window,” Eva says. “People can see your drawings from the street. Your pictures stay dry inside.” Lily stands up. “Can we ask him?” “Of course. Come under my umbrella.”

They carry the pictures to the bakery. It is one o’clock, and the door is shut. A sign says “Closed”. Then Eva sees a light in the kitchen. Someone is inside.