Rudie's POV
I sat down at my desk and stared my sketch of the couple dancing on the bridge. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my water color paints and began to fill in the sky. A dark blue at the top which fades to a light blue and then a white closer to the dancing couple. Next, the trees. The theme consisted an autumn color scheme. Once I finished the trees, filled in the people as the bridge with a brownish black.
After an hour the painting was done. Te canvas was smaller so it didn't take very long to complete. I placed it on the window ceil and I glanced out to see a Nazi solider staring up at me with hard skeptical eyes. I turned my painting around and he nodded. The scrutiny in his eyes faded and he smiled a bit.
Suddenly an idea came to me.
Rosemary's POV
I sat at the red wood baby grand piano in the front parlor. My fingers pressing down on the white and black keys as I played. Mother stood beside me smiling with her eyes closed. I had been practicing Mozart's, Piano Concerto 22, 1st Movement, for an hour now. Satisfaction flowed through me as I skillfully paled the concerto. When I finished mother smiled to me and pat my back. She turned away without a single word. I stated after her, longing to hear her praise. After Desmond died, mother only spoke when there was a dyer need. A lump formed in my throat.
Knock, knock, knock.
I got up from the piano and walked to the door. An envelope sat on the rug.
To: Rosemary Scwartzcoff
From: Rudie Fäber
No return address. No date.
A fake stamp.
I smiled down at the envelope and slipped my finger through the flaps.
Dear Rosemary,
I was painting when an idea struck me. Please meet me at the bridge in half an hour so we can discuss the matter. If you aren't there by 3:35 p.m. I will leave.
Sincerely, Rudie Fäber.
I walked up the stares to my vanity and brushed through my hair a few times, then twisted it into a bun.
30 minutes later
I stepped into the cobble stone bridge. Rudie's stocky figure was no where to be seen. Anxiety pricked at my stomach, but I pushed it away. After a few moments I saw him limping up the road.
Rudie's POV
"I am so sorry I am late. There... Was a situation..."
My head throbbed and my leg stung like hell.
"No, it's quite alright." Rosemary smiled.
Was that relief I saw flash in her eyes?
I thought.
"Are you alright though? You seem to be limping more than usual." She asked. Concern rounded her eyes.
"I-I, no... My father has been more drunk than usual, a-and, sometimes when he is really drunk, he can be more violent." I sighed. There was nothing to hide anymore. "In his case today, rage over whatever I did to piss him off made him decide to break a whiskey bottle over my head, and burn my leg with a hot pan."
Rosemary's mouth fell open and she bounded forward and wrapped her arms around me.
I stood there for a few moments and then pushed her away.
"I've dealt with it for this long. I can handle him for however long it takes for my father to drink himself to death." Bitter hatred hardened my tone.
After a long silence, Rosemary took in a breath and looked me in the eye.
"What is it you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes... I nearly forgot." I looked away, ashamed of myself. "For our plan, I could paint what happens to the Jews and then I could relay the message to you. I have this technique where if you hold up my painting to light, you can see words hidden with in the painting. So, the painting will be pretty symbolic an if anyone else finds it, they probably won't figure out what it means."
Rosemary smiled and nodded. "That sounds like a feet idea. I have to go now, the sun is setting. Tusch."
She walked away into the distance. I kicked a rock and walked in the opposite direction. It's not like I want to I home and it's not like I have anywhere to go, so for now, I'll just wander around town until the sun disappears over the foot hills.
Rosemary's POV
As I walked home, sadness weighed me down, but I couldn't help feeling light at heart.
Even though Rudie seemed hard at times, I couldn't help feeling a strong admiration for him rising in my chest.
Hey guys I hope u enjoined!
Btw, Tusch, means see you later. 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
CZYTASZ
Painted Faces
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