C61 Chapter 60

My mother was ecstatic about the turnout of my exhibition. My pieces were sold out.

“You were sold for fifty grand!” she told me excitedly.

“What?”

“Your portrait. The crying lady, as I like to call it, sold for fifty thousand bucks,” she said. “There were three bidders. But the woman who bought it meant business. Upped the price to fifty grand to eliminate competition