Pearl Necklace

"Hey, it is worth a try," said Gina.

So, Kate painted her very best. She her heart into it, and it showed.

When done, she knew it was the very best work she had done.

"The background reminds me of your home, Kate," noted Mona Lisa, pointing to the details.

"Yes, it is home," she said, picturing the nature she knew so well. It matched her picture perfectly. In the foreground were The Thinker, The Scream, and Mona Lisa.

"Do we cut it," interrupted Gina. She was holding a big scissors in her hand.

Kate became suddenly protective of her work. "No, not now. It isn't ready."

"I thought you wanted to use it to return the paintings to where they came from. Now, you don't want to do it?" Gina sounded annoyed. Kate didn't blame her but she really didn't understand.

"Leave Kate be," said Mona Lisa. "She has worked really hard."

Mona Lisa fingered the necklace that Kate gave her, a genuine pearl on a chain that her grandmother got her when she turned ten. "Your first double-digit birthday," grandma had said, clasping it around her neck. It was the only really nice jewelry that she had. And Mona Lisa told her that it was better than all the jewels she had owned back in her life. She smiled at Kate. That smile was captured perfectly in Kate's painting.