“One day you’ll be someone whose work sells for millions.” The boy squirmed uncomfortably and said down toward the floor: “You can keep it, if you like.” It was the first time someone other than his friends had said his art was worth anything. The first time an adult, apart from a janitor called Christian, had said what he drew was anything other than shameful and embarrassing. The minister held the drawing gratefully as the boy walked out of the church and disappeared into the rain with his friends. “What did the minister say?” Joar asked outside, and the artist told him the truth. So a
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