The signs went up until it reached two thousand dollars.
"Sold for two thousand," the auctioneer proclaimed, and slammed his gavel.
I grabbed my boyfriend and hugged him with all my might. Even though I knew Alexander's art was priceless, I was so proud his pictures commanded so much money. The most money I'd ever made in sales was three dollars from my chocolate milk stand in the middle of summer.
And my dad paid for it.
The members couldn't contain their comments and began to buzz about the painting.
The highest bidder was the president of the country club. "I'd like to hang it here in the club for all to see," he said proudly.
I was not only flabbergasted because Alexander's artwork sold for so much money but because my ghostly gothic vampire boyfriend's work was going to hang in Dullsville's conservative country club.
A piece of jewelry was shown next. Now I was fidgeting in my chair, anticipating anotherSterling painting going on the auction block.
After a six-foot-high sculpture of a mother and child was sold, a narrative quilt was auctioned off.
Then another covered painting was placed on the easel. When it was uncovered, it was revealed to be Dullsville'sMain Street .
"Another beautiful piece.It captures the charm that is our town," Mrs. Mitchell said.
The painting was of the shops on the square.Shirley's bakery.The fountain.Children eating ice cream. Looking at it made me feel I was standing on the square with the townspeople.
"Lovely," the couple in front of us commented.
"Starting price one thousand dollars."Several signs immediately rose, "Fifteen hundred/' the auctioneer called. Several signs kept flying up at the same time. The bidding war increased and finally ended with a winning bid of four thousand dollars.
I squeezed Alexander's hand so hard I thought it was going to break off.
I made a quick note of how much Alexander had made.
When the next item was a mosaic mural, the crowd sighed.
They perked up when the following item was a covered painting. When it was unveiled to be a painting of the town from the "European artist/ everyone was on the edge of their seats; the blue bloods were anticipating a sign war.
This time it was the front ofHatsy's Diner, I could almost hear the fifties music playing and smell the aroma offrench fries cooking.
"Starting price one thousand five hundred dollars."
"He bid two thousand," Mr. Berkley said.
"Two thousand five hundred," another shouted.
"Three thousand," still another shouted.
"Do I hear three thousand five hundred? "
Mr,Berkley held his sign high,
"Do I hear four thousand?"
Another bidder raised his sign.
"Do I hear four thousand five hundred?"
Mr. Berkley raised his sign.
"Five thousand," Ruby White suddenly burst out. "Going once, twice...Sold for five thousand dollars." I cheered, but when the couple in front of me turned around, I tried to play it cool.