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    Why, Bette? (Part 3)

     

    “Daddy, Daddy.  I’m so happy you could stop over to see me,” Bette exclaimed as she embraced him.

     

    “I always want to see my little girl.”

     

    “Come, sit.  How was Rome?”  The father and daughter sat on a beautifully carved wooden bench that was sculpted to mimic a tree trunk and its roots.  In front and between them was a small table with a pitcher and two tall glasses.  Bette poured an iced tea that she had ordered earlier for her father and said, “Did you get all that you wanted accomplished there?”

     

    “Yes, Bette. The meetings proved to be beneficial to all involved.  I had an opportunity to do a bit of sightseeing one afternoon and thought of you as I visited a church with outstanding murals from the 12th century.  The images of Christ and the Madonna stirred me.”  Melvin brought his glass to his mouth and took a sip, smiling to himself at its delicate flavor. 

     

    While Bette filled her glass, she said, “Speaking of stirring, it’s too bad that you only have a layover.  ‘Provocations,’ the show I’ve had so much trouble getting up is on display at the CAC.  It’s fascinating, Daddy.”

     

    Melvin Porter made a sucking sound with his tongue against his teeth.  “I’ve read all about it.  I really don’t think it’s the kind of thing I’d enjoy much, Bette.  I’m proud of you for making that happen, but I would have preferred that you fight for something with staying power.”

     

    Bette’s face froze in puzzlement as her father continued, “What does this show truly offer other than the sensational and controversial?  Will it stand the test of time?  I don’t think so.  Will it be considered great art sixty years from now or even ten years from now?  I doubt it.  I read that the CAC usually goes with a very nice exhibit, “Impressions in Winter.” Impressionism, that’s art that’s timeless.  But that’s not to say that what you did wasn’t inspiring and extraordinary, it was.”

     

    Bette smiled.  “Thanks, Daddy.”  She wasn’t going to become upset with the way he said things.  He was an older man who had a certain way of viewing life.  She wouldn’t fault him for that.

    Comments

    1. What a well written and beautifully told story…I so love your insight Portia…thank you and please continue as soon as you can…bravo!

    2. I have been waiting for almost a month for you to post your next installment. I love the depth andfeel that we feel when we read it. Please don’t wait so long to post again.

    3. Waouh! I just found this story and it’s awesome! Your writing is excellent, emotions are really there, it feels so real…I really can’t wait to read you again!

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