Susan's Art Project, Part 3

Sorry to keep everyone hanging! ;)

Susan's Art Project

After finishing her chores the next day, which was Friday, Susan pulled a picture out of her drawer and set her easel up, poster and paints ready. She knew exactly what she was going to paint. Susan looked at the picture, which Dad had brought back for her, when he had gone to Colorado. It was of majestic mountains and tall trees with a shining lake nearby reflecting the light of a beautiful full moon. This was what Susan was going to paint.

She got out her paintbrushes and opened the paints. Then she began her first strokes.



"When are we going to do it?" Helen asked Harry later that day.

"I don't know," he replied, "sometime when Susan's gone."

"Oh, I know! She has volleyball practice tomorrow afternoon. We could do it then."

"Great idea, Helen!"



Susan was putting the finishing touches on her painting when Mother called to her from downstairs, "Susan! Janet's mother is going to pick you up for volleyball practice in about five minutes."

"Alright, Mother!" She shouted. Susan shut the paints and placed the brushes in a mug of water so the paint wouldn't dry on them while she was gone. Then she placed the poster and paints on the bookshelf.

Helen and Harry will never get into them when they're all the way up there, she thought.

"Susan!" Mother called.

"Coming!" She replied, laying down her smock and grabbing her volleyball bag. In two minutes, she was out the door and on her way.

Once Helen and Harry heard the front door slam, they tip-toed down the hallway to Susan's room, shut the door and locked it.

That's what Susan should've done, if she were smart, Harry thought with a smirk on his face.

"Alright!" said Helen, "Come help me stack the containers."

When they had two containers stacked up Harry said, "Okay, now I'm going to pick you up so you can get the paints. They're still there aren't they? Yes. Okay, ready?"

"No way! I thought I made this clear. I am NOT standing on top of those rickety containers." And Helen stamped her foot.



Will Harry and Helen agree in their attempts to ruin Susan's painting?
To be continued...