Feeling the touch on her hand, Blair blinks rapidly , wipes the tears quickly from her eyes and gives Tomas a tremulous smile. " It's quite alright. I'm feeling very overwhelmed right now hearing all of this. I just don't understand any of it. What you have been telling me is so unbelievable. This man is painting so many intimate and from the sounds of it painful details of my past and I don't know him. How does he know me? Who's supplying him with details known to only a couple of people. I must find this artist! For my own sanity, I have to clear this up."
Tomas sits back having let go of her hand." Yes. It is obvious that we should do everything possible to get you two together. Unfortunately , here is where the problem is. Paris is full of artists and finding our mysterious one is going to take some time. As I pointed out, he's always come to me on his own schedule. I never know when I'll receive a call or when he will put in an appearance in my Gallery. Several of your paintings were sold recently and in fact the one you saw in my Gallery was purchased yesterday and I was at the Gallery this morning to ensure its proper packaging for delivery..of course after encountering you , the only thought in my head was an urgent need to get to know you . the subject of so many beautiful paintings."
Blair blushes , not quite knowing what to say to this handsome man looking so intently at her. She barely knows this man, yet here she is sitting across a table from him and opening up to him as if he were a dear friend. "Yes...well perhaps we should table this discussion . From what you say, it looks like we're going to have to find a way to draw out this artist ; but the afternoon is waning and I really shoud get back to my friend. If you would be so kind to take me to my hotel, I really need to rest a little bit I'm feeling drained. This morning has been an eyeopener . Perhaps you could join my friend and I for breakfast tomorrow and we could plan our next move."
"Oh most certainly, A good nights rest and we'll undertake the task at hand. Now let me get you to your hotel and I'll return to my Gallery to see to the painting. I'm sure tomorrow we will be able to come up with some kind of plan." with that Tomas pays the waiter and helps Blair out of her chair.
After seeing Blair safely enter her hotel, Tomas sits there in the cab replaying the lunch in his head."What an intriquing woman ." he thinks " To inspire such paintings, surely she is a prize worth keeping. How could one let her get away."
The afternoon is getting on as Samuel nears the front of the Gallery. He looks around, luckily there are not any passerbys on the street. Not comfortable being out during the daylight hours Samuel moves to look through the window of the Gallery. He notices her painting being removed from the wall. "Well, it looks as if Tomas has sold another . Ah my beautifull muse you are so wild and reckless . May you gallop away to the clouds, free and unfettered" Samuel stares as they put the painting into a crate. He thinks to himself. "There are too many people here right now. I must wait till night-fall." He backs away from the window and walks back into the shadows. Just as he leaves the area, the taxi carrying Tomas pulls up out front of the Gallery. Samuel had stopped when he heard the cab. He turns and watches Tomas enter his establishment.
" This is good. Tomas is here. I'll wait till the others leave and Tomas and I can have our discussion." he leans against the wall and bundles up. " Hopefully this will not take much longer."
Upon entering the Gallery Tomas sees the situation and goes to the crate to make sure all is well with the painting. Seeing evrything is in order he makes sure the crate is being sent to the proper party. The label reads. To: Mr Carlo Hesser, c/o the Carribean Gallery, Cayman Islands. Mr Hesser is one of his best clients. Strangely , Mr Hesser has bought quite a few of his anonymous artist's paintings..Now having met the subject of these paintings, Tomas wonders if Mr. Hesser also knows Ms Daimler. After seeing the crate securely on the truck to be shipped off ,Tomas instructs his crew that they can leave for the night. He heads back into his office. Stepping into the room he turns and looks at a painting on the wall opposite his desk. It is of Blair standing on a circular stair staring out a vast window overlooking a city. It's nightime and Fireworks are in the night sky lighting her upturned face. In the shadows behind her one can just make out the figure of a man watching her. Suddenly he hears the bell at the front door. He sighs and turns and leaves his office. As he comes into the Gallery he sees a very familiar figure.
"My dear sir.. how fortuitous..I have been looking for you for some time. Several of your recent paintings have sold and I was hoping to be able to get the money to you." Tomas walks warmly toward Samuel. "Please let me get your Money but we must talk..something very unexpected happened today."
Samuel moves to the counter and lays down his portrait. He carefully positions the counter between himself and Tomas.." Stop Tomas, you know I'm not one for talking. I've brought you another portrait I expect you'll have no trouble procuring a buyer ."
Tomas stops his forward motion and turns to go to his safe, he knows how skittish his mysterious friend is and this time he has to try and get some information from him. After everything he learned from Blair this afternoon he is too intriqued by what has befallen. He must find a way to help Blair and now for his own curiosity he too must find out more about this man. He collects the money from his safe and goes back to the counter. As he places the money down on the counter he looks at Samuel and says" May I see you r latest offering" Samuel nods and Tomas lifts the covering off the Portrait. It is exquisite. Tomas looks at it and remembers that face sitting opposite him at lunch.
Tomas looks up at the face across from him in the shadow. He notices the mask, and although shadowed he sees a strong face, magnetic eyes and long hair that seems to fit this man. he thinks to himself. "This man has seen much but he is unbending, a certain strength emanates from him." Tomas clears his throat and says "As always, you've outdone yourself. This is magnificent. As you know by now you're works are extremely popular. Two of my clients are always in a constant bidding war over your work. I,of course, will let them know another piece is available. But my friend surely after all this time you could extend to me a favor?" and he looks at Samuel. Samuel, realizing that this man has been a friend for such a long time and has never asked for anything , nods and says " If it is in my power to grant you this favor, then certainly, what is it you ask of me?" Tomas smiles." If you would, could you please tell me your name. At least your first name. For so long a friend, I believe we can at least call each other by name." For the first time since he met him 7 long years ago Tomas sees his friend smile.
"Samuel" he says "My name is Samuel"
As he stands there smiling Samuel realizes this man is a friend. He's been there for Samuel and never before has he asked any questions. Tomas has helped him but always respected his privacy. Samuel nods and starts to leave.
"Wait! Don't forget your money." says Tomas and he hands the money across the counter to Samuels outstretched hand. Samuel pockets the money and heads for the Door. He stops and turns to look at Tomas "Take care of her." and nods toward the picture and then disappears out the door.
Tomas stands frozen for a minute then makes a mad dash to the door. " Samuel, Wait!" he looks down the street and sees a figure turning the corner. "Wait , come back! I have something important to tell you!" Samuel keeps walking, he hasn't heard the call.
Samuel bundles up against the chill of the night but mostly out of habit. Tonight he doesn't feel the chill. He has a friend. Maybe he'll be able to tell Tomas more the next time he sees him. He realizes he needs someone to talk to that can talk back. As he arrives at the garret he takes the steps two at a time anxious to tell the girls of this evening. He steps through the doorway into his apartment. Looking at all of his paintings he sighs, he takes off his coat draping it over his arm long enough to remove his mask from the side of his face and put it back in the pocket. He removes the money and heads over to the mantle where he gently slides Dee's picture to the side and opens the safe hidden behind her. Samuel opens the envelope and counts out the money. He holds the $200,000.00 and whistles " I've really got to go to the Gallery more frequently. This is for just three paintings." peels off a couple of thousand and puts the rest in the safe. Pulling the painting back into place he smiles and says "Oh my lovely one, you I trust implicitly, I know you always have my back Dee." Samuel steps back and looks lovingly at his two ladies. " I have to tell you I've made a friend...After all these years I think I can be friends with Tomas. I told him my name and I didn't feel panicky maybe something is indeed changing. My images are getting stronger, is it possible that what I'm seeing , what I'm feeling is something real. Are they real memories? I don't know, but I'm going to find out. The doctors told me a long time ago that I needed to talk to someone, someone separated who could give me some honest feedback. I'm going to do it. I think I'm going to try and have a conversation with Tomas I think he'll listen objectively . All these years he's been trustworthy and discreet. It's time."
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Feeling the touch on her hand, Blair blinks rapidly , wipes the tears quickly from her eyes and gives Tomas a tremulous smile.
" It's quite alright. I'm feeling very overwhelmed right now hearing all of this. I just don't understand any of it. What you have been telling me is so unbelievable. This man is painting so many intimate and from the sounds of it painful details of my past and I don't know him. How does he know me? Who's supplying him with details known to only a couple of people. I must find this artist! For my own sanity, I have to clear this up."
Tomas sits back having let go of her hand." Yes. It is obvious that we should do everything possible to get you two together. Unfortunately , here is where the problem is. Paris is full of artists and finding our mysterious one is going to take some time. As I pointed out, he's always come to me on his own schedule. I never know when I'll receive a call or when he will put in an appearance in my Gallery. Several of your paintings were sold recently and in fact the one you saw in my Gallery was purchased yesterday and I was at the Gallery this morning to ensure its proper packaging for delivery..of course after encountering you , the only thought in my head was an urgent need to get to know you . the subject of so many beautiful paintings."
Blair blushes , not quite knowing what to say to this handsome man looking so intently at her. She barely knows this man, yet here she is sitting across a table from him and opening up to him as if he were a dear friend.
"Yes...well perhaps we should table this discussion . From what you say, it looks like we're going to have to find a way to draw out this artist ; but the afternoon is waning and I really shoud get back to my friend. If you would be so kind to take me to my hotel, I really need to rest a little bit I'm feeling drained. This morning has been an eyeopener . Perhaps you could join my friend and I for breakfast tomorrow and we could plan our next move."
"Oh most certainly, A good nights rest and we'll undertake the task at hand. Now let me get you to your hotel and I'll return to my Gallery to see to the painting. I'm sure tomorrow we will be able to come up with some kind of plan." with that Tomas pays the waiter and helps Blair out of her chair.
After seeing Blair safely enter her hotel, Tomas sits there in the cab replaying the lunch in his head."What an intriquing woman ." he thinks " To inspire such paintings, surely she is a prize worth keeping. How could one let her get away."
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The afternoon is getting on as Samuel nears the front of the Gallery. He looks around, luckily there are not any passerbys on the street. Not comfortable being out during the daylight hours Samuel moves to look through the window of the Gallery. He notices her painting being removed from the wall. "Well, it looks as if Tomas has sold another . Ah my beautifull muse you are so wild and reckless . May you gallop away to the clouds, free and unfettered" Samuel stares as they put the painting into a crate. He thinks to himself. "There are too many people here right now. I must wait till night-fall." He backs away from the window and walks back into the shadows. Just as he leaves the area, the taxi carrying Tomas pulls up out front of the Gallery. Samuel had stopped when he heard the cab. He turns and watches Tomas enter his establishment.
" This is good. Tomas is here. I'll wait till the others leave and Tomas and I can have our discussion." he leans against the wall and bundles up. " Hopefully this will not take much longer."
Upon entering the Gallery Tomas sees the situation and goes to the crate to make sure all is well with the painting. Seeing evrything is in order he makes sure the crate is being sent to the proper party. The label reads. To: Mr Carlo Hesser, c/o the Carribean Gallery, Cayman Islands. Mr Hesser is one of his best clients. Strangely , Mr Hesser has bought quite a few of his anonymous artist's paintings..Now having met the subject of these paintings, Tomas wonders if Mr. Hesser also knows Ms Daimler. After seeing the crate securely on the truck to be shipped off ,Tomas instructs his crew that they can leave for the night. He heads back into his office. Stepping into the room he turns and looks at a painting on the wall opposite his desk. It is of Blair standing on a circular stair staring out a vast window overlooking a city. It's nightime and Fireworks are in the night sky lighting her upturned face. In the shadows behind her one can just make out the figure of a man watching her. Suddenly he hears the bell at the front door. He sighs and turns and leaves his office. As he comes into the Gallery he sees a very familiar figure.
"My dear sir.. how fortuitous..I have been looking for you for some time. Several of your recent paintings have sold and I was hoping to be able to get the money to you." Tomas walks warmly toward Samuel. "Please let me get your Money but we must talk..something very unexpected happened today."
Samuel moves to the counter and lays down his portrait. He carefully positions the counter between himself and Tomas.." Stop Tomas, you know I'm not one for talking. I've brought you another portrait I expect you'll have no trouble procuring a buyer ."
Tomas stops his forward motion and turns to go to his safe, he knows how skittish his mysterious friend is and this time he has to try and get some information from him. After everything he learned from Blair this afternoon he is too intriqued by what has befallen. He must find a way to help Blair and now for his own curiosity he too must find out more about this man. He collects the money from his safe and goes back to the counter. As he places the money down on the counter he looks at Samuel and says" May I see you r latest offering" Samuel nods and Tomas lifts the covering off the Portrait. It is exquisite. Tomas looks at it and remembers that face sitting opposite him at lunch.
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Tomas looks up at the face across from him in the shadow. He notices the mask, and although shadowed he sees a strong face, magnetic eyes and long hair that seems to fit this man. he thinks to himself. "This man has seen much but he is unbending, a certain strength emanates from him." Tomas clears his throat and says "As always, you've outdone yourself. This is magnificent. As you know by now you're works are extremely popular. Two of my clients are always in a constant bidding war over your work. I,of course, will let them know another piece is available. But my friend surely after all this time you could extend to me a favor?" and he looks at Samuel.
Samuel, realizing that this man has been a friend for such a long time and has never asked for anything , nods and says " If it is in my power to grant you this favor, then certainly, what is it you ask of me?"
Tomas smiles." If you would, could you please tell me your name. At least your first name. For so long a friend, I believe we can at least call each other by name."
For the first time since he met him 7 long years ago Tomas sees his friend smile.
"Samuel" he says "My name is Samuel"
As he stands there smiling Samuel realizes this man is a friend. He's been there for Samuel and never before has he asked any questions. Tomas has helped him but always respected his privacy. Samuel nods and starts to leave.
"Wait! Don't forget your money." says Tomas and he hands the money across the counter to Samuels outstretched hand. Samuel pockets the money and heads for the Door. He stops and turns to look at Tomas "Take care of her." and nods toward the picture and then disappears out the door.
Tomas stands frozen for a minute then makes a mad dash to the door. " Samuel, Wait!" he looks down the street and sees a figure turning the corner. "Wait , come back! I have something important to tell you!" Samuel keeps walking, he hasn't heard the call.
Samuel bundles up against the chill of the night but mostly out of habit. Tonight he doesn't feel the chill. He has a friend. Maybe he'll be able to tell Tomas more the next time he sees him. He realizes he needs someone to talk to that can talk back. As he arrives at the garret he takes the steps two at a time anxious to tell the girls of this evening. He steps through the doorway into his apartment. Looking at all of his paintings he sighs, he takes off his coat draping it over his arm long enough to remove his mask from the side of his face and put it back in the pocket. He removes the money and heads over to the mantle where he gently slides Dee's picture to the side and opens the safe hidden behind her. Samuel opens the envelope and counts out the money. He holds the $200,000.00 and whistles " I've really got to go to the Gallery more frequently. This is for just three paintings." peels off a couple of thousand and puts the rest in the safe. Pulling the painting back into place he smiles and says "Oh my lovely one, you I trust implicitly, I know you always have my back Dee." Samuel steps back and looks lovingly at his two ladies. " I have to tell you I've made a friend...After all these years I think I can be friends with Tomas. I told him my name and I didn't feel panicky maybe something is indeed changing. My images are getting stronger, is it possible that what I'm seeing , what I'm feeling is something real. Are they real memories? I don't know, but I'm going to find out. The doctors told me a long time ago that I needed to talk to someone, someone separated who could give me some honest feedback. I'm going to do it. I think I'm going to try and have a conversation with Tomas I think he'll listen objectively . All these years he's been trustworthy and discreet. It's time."