behind me. I turned and saw that Billy had not left but was at the board, drawing a big heart in red chalk. Written inside was âAddie loves Mr. Davenport.â
âYou creep!â I said, and shot across the room to the blackboard.
Just then Mr. Davenport came back into the room. Billy took off, and I grabbed an eraser and lunged at the blackboard, frantically trying to erase the heart before Mr. Davenport saw it. He looked right at it and then turned quickly away. I was sure he had seen it.
âFinished with the book already?â he asked as I went back over to his desk.
âYeah, for now,â I said. âBut Iâd like to borrow it again sometime. I think the French Impressionists are my favorites.â
âMine, too,â he said, smiling. âYouâll have to take French when you get into high school. It will make studying the French painters a lot more interesting for you.â
âI know. Iâm dying to take French. But I wish I could just skip high school and go right on to college and get down to some serious things, you know?â
âI know how you feel,â he said. âBut youâll have a great time in high school. You donât want to miss all the fun.â
I thought of how much fun it might be. I would be older, and a sophisticated high school student. I would come back and visit the seventh grade and see him. Things would be on a much more adult level between us then.
âOh, itâs all so childish,â I said. âI just want to get started on my career ⦠so I can go to Paris and study art.â
âYouâll have a terrific time,â he said, and smiled at me.
That was one of the things I liked best about Mr. Davenport. He took my dreams of being an artist as seriously as I did. Most grownups would laugh at them or patronize meâespecially my dad, who thought my paintings were just some cute kidsâ phase I was going through. But my father didnât understand art well enough to see that I had talent. Mr. Davenport did. He knew about my sense of line and color and knew that I was good. He knew that I meant what I said; drat I was really going to be an artist someday. Dad thought I would just be disappointed for aiming so high, but Mr. Davenport felt the way I did: you had to aim high to reach high.
âOf course youâll need to speak French when you live in Paris,â he continued. âSo I guess high school wonât be a total waste for you, with French and art history.â
I knew he was teasing me a bit, and I smiled.
âI hope we study a lot about the French Impressionists in high school art,â I said. âThatâs how Iâd like to paint when I go to Paris.â
âWell, you may find a style of your own by then,â he said. âYouâre very talented.â
âThanks,â I said, blushing. I looked down at the book again. âSometimes I get scared, though, when I look at these paintingsâlike some of the things Renoir did. I donât know if Iâll ever be good enough. I mean to make a living being an artist.â
âI think you will.â
âI donât know. Sometimes I think maybe I should try something else. My dad says I should take typing and shorthand in high school, just in case â¦â That was typical of my dad, the combination of practicality and pessimism.
âThatâs OK, but you mustnât give up before you even get started,â he said. âThatâs not like you, Addie.â
I looked at him, trying to tell if he was just kidding me along, but I was sure he meant it. He knew me very well ⦠maybe better than anybody.
âWell, I used to be more confident ⦠about everything I guess when I was just a kid. But when you grow up, you realize how scary things really are.â
âDonât let other peopleâs disappointments keep you from trying,â he said, looking at me very carefully.
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