Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling an inner lightness. Arthur watched Mrs. Gable's driver unload groceries - organic, expensive groceries. He'd been struggling to keep his head above water, juggling multiple part-time jobs. Then, a few weeks ago, he’d noticed the designer handbags Mrs. Gable toted. Today, the car was overflowing with what looked like art supplies. This gave him an idea. He was a struggling artist, and he needed a patron. He dusted off his portfolio and, humming a tuneless melody, started sketching a draft of a proposal.