A Hole in the Fence--Christian Fiction for Kids by Diane Lil Adams

Author:Diane Lil Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian fiction, inspirational fiction for kids, angels, death of parent, divorce
Publisher: Diane L Adams
Published: 2014-06-04T00:00:00+00:00

(( 9 ))

"What are you going to draw?" Alex asked, leading the way around the corner to the front door of the mansion.

"A lunar moth," Neal said.

They found Rose coming down the stairs, the easel tucked under one arm, an old back pack draped over the other, an empty plastic margarine bowl in her hand. "I've got to get some water," she explained, heading for the kitchen.

"I'll get us some drawing stuff," Alex said, starting up the stairs Rose had just come down.

Neal looked around with interest, now that there was no one to be offended by his curiosity. The furniture looked old, and the colors didn't blend together the way they should. His mother said he had an artist's eye, and it was revolted by a red couch, heavy purple drapes and green scatter pillows. He thought the Camerons must be poor, even poorer than his grandparents suspected. They had probably bought their furniture at one of those thrift shops, that took things people didn't want anymore and sold them to people who couldn't afford to buy things at a real store.

He couldn't help wondering why the Camerons were so poor. They were both old, so they probably got a social security check from the government. And Rose said they were caretakers, so they probably got another check for that. According to his grandmother, the Camerons never went anywhere besides church, other than an occasional trip into town for groceries. It wasn't as if they spent their money on electronic gadgets, or expensive vacations, and it sure didn't look like they spent it on fancy decorations for their house.

"If I make it all the way to the cornfield without spilling the water, it'll be a miracle," Rose stated matter-of-factly, pausing while Neal opened the door for her. "What's Alex asking Meemaw? For something to eat?"

"No," Neal said. "For art supplies, so she and I can draw."

Rose stopped and the water splashed down the front of her shirt. "You're not good at it, are you?" she asked worriedly.

Neal decided it was best to be honest. "My dad used to say I had natural talent."

"That's like a gift," Rose said with depression.

"Not exactly like."

"Exactly like," she disagreed. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea. Maybe I ought to wait and try out my paints when I'm alone."

Neal shook his head, somewhat impatient with Rose's inferiority complex. "It's not like anybody's first try gets into the Metropolitan," he lectured her in an adult voice. "I mean, even somebody like Toulouse L'Autrec had to practice before he got good at it."

"Who's Too Loose ... Who did you say?" Rose asked.

"He's a famous artist."

Rose tilted her head and stared up the front of the house, as though searching for the address numerals. "Okay," she gave in. "Just promise you won't look unless I say you can."

"I promise," Neal said without hesitation.

"I'll see you out there then." Rose kept her eyes trained on the water bowl as she tried to hurry away. "Just don't try sneaking a peek over my shoulder," she called, without looking back.

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