The Painter

Chapter 7
Aftermath

Chapter Description: Epilogues for the customers, and you know who

Pt. 1........

Judy gave birth to a healthy baby girl, who they named Marie. She and her husband Mac never knew of the magic that they had encountered. The new family lived happily for the rest of their lives.

Pt. 2.........

Ryan Etter, as insensitive as he was, made a fortune with his company. Unexpected to everyone he knew, he eventually became a celebrated philanthropist, donating millions to the Boys and Girls Club and children’s hospitals all around the world.

Pt. 3..........

Jason Paige and his resurrected cat Ziggy were reunited once more. Amazingly Ziggy lived until Jason died at the age of ninety-three. Ziggy died not long after. Ziggy was eighty-one years old.

Pt. 4..........

Jane Ethier and Andre Ethier lived many happily married years. They had ten children. To this day, Andre Ethier has no memory of his former wife, for she now existed in a separate universe.

Pt. 5..........

The rain poured down heavily. Emergency generators were the only power source in the suburb. These generators did not power the street lights, so the man in the black hood walked in the darkness.

He was holding a child by the hand. The child was not scared, nor was he nervous.

The man knocked on the door of his destination. It was answered by a young black woman with her hair in braids.

“Hello!” the man greeted. “I’m sure you’ve been expecting us.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “I have been anxiously expecting you! I thought the rain might hinder you.”

The man shook his head. “Nothing can hinder me. I’ve brought Ray. He’s really excited to finally have a mom.”

Ray smiled and nodded. The woman kneeled.

"How are you Ray?” she asked.

“Good!” Ray answered.

The man nodded and smiled. “I think I’ll let you two get acquainted. It was nice talking to you Ms. King.”

He turned to leave. Just as Ms. King was about to close the door with Ray in hand, the man stopped and called out.

“Wait!”

Ms. King stopped and opened it again.

“I just wanted to remind you, he loves to draw,” the man added with a twinkle in his eye.

Ms. King felt a touch on her shoulder. When she turned, nothing was there. She turned back, and the man was gone.