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by melwelsh8

by melwelsh8

"She nice woman." The man who brought their replacement drinks and food to them said.
"Yeah, nice...." Sam said.
"She make sure kids know English, helps with my English. I own shop." Abdul said with a smile of pride.
"Yes, thank you. I love coming here you have the best of everything. I wanted to share with my friend." Bucky explained.
"Please enjoy, you let know anything else."
"Not a problem." Bucky answered. He noticed that they actually got more than just their order. Maybe he was trying to make up for the woman bumping into him earlier.
Bucky and Sam chatted about their food, which was awesome. "Look at that." Sam begun.
"That painting, what was the name of the girl on the card?"
Bucky fished the card out of his jacket. Damn, it was the same name. In fact, several of the painting were by Cymraeg. They were also really good. Each different, yet the style was consistent. Abdul noticed Bucky's expression and walked over to see what was wrong.
"Oh, I see you found her art, she quite good, yes?"
"Yes, and they're for sale?"
"Oh yes sir," Abdul continued, "Ever since she asked to put pictures here, business has really picked up. She even started putting her students' work here. Really helps the kids feel like real artists."
"Do the kids work sell?" Sam asked with a small smile.
"Oh yes, sir, yes. We make sure the kids get money, they so proud. Art teacher takes her money and buys art supplies and things for her students. She's a good person." Abdul continued, "Look, my son's work is over there. He's so proud." Abdul pointed to one of the children's paintings on the opposite wall. Each kid's work had a frame and was matted. Abdul was beaming.
The two men left when they were finished.
The next day, Sam bought all the kids' art.
Two days later Bucky bought several of Mel's works.
Abdul only laughed to himself. Somehow he knew they would each be back and would each purchase some works. Neither man knew what the other had done. The kids' work was already replaced with more. Unless you took a photograph or had a great memory, you'd never notice that there was something different.
When the art was missing, business was slow, when it was there it brought people in. They never really talked about the art like it was a proper gallery, but things just seemed better while it was there. On average, maybe one of Mel's works sold a month.