Someone'll come along some day with imagination and patch it up. Mark my words someone with a heart.
At last they stood in the main square. A man on horseback was riding from the distance into the town. He had a piece of paper in his hand. In the center of the square was the roped-off area. Tom, Grigsby, and the others were collecting their spittle and moving forward.
Tom stood before the painting and looked at it for a long time.
Tom? Go on, now! Tom, spit!
Here, I'll spit for you!
The man on horse back had an announcement and said that the portrait is given into the hands of people so they can destruct it. Tom stood apart while everyone was destroying the portrait.Tome ran home sobbing, he was home by 9 o'clock.
Hey there, Tom!
Tom lay getting his breath. All was quiet. His hand was pushed to his chest, tight, tight. He lay for half an hour this way, eyes closed Then he felt something, ant it was a cold while light. Tom drew open his hand, and uncrumpled the tiny fragment of painted canvas
He shut his eyes and the Smile was there in the darkness. And it was still there, warm and gentle, when he went to sleep and the world was silent and the moon sailed up and then down the cold sky toward morning.