steve_13

By the same author:

Steve 1
dining car
Steve 2
Steve 3
Steve 4
Steve 5
Steve 6
Steve 7
Steve 8
Steve 9
Steve 10
Steve 11
Steve 12

"Charlotte, leave him there, don't go near him," Steve shouted. "Let's get out of here. We have to be at the beach in ten minutes. Hurry up."

"Sorry, Sallowski. I can't help you. You deserve no better." Charlotte shouldered two paintings and crossed the street towards the beach.

Judith was already at the beach talking to Lord Slievemore, a tall man with dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a mustache. Charlotte and Steve arrived with the last paintings, and they began stowing them away in a little rowboat. When they were done, Lord Slievemore helped Charlotte into the boat. She thanked him with a warm smile when suddenly the boat rocked and she lost her balance and fell into the Lord's arms. "Hm," Charlotte thought to herself, "I kind of like it here...."

When Steve and Judith were on board, they left for Clare Island where Lord Slievemore's yacht was anchored.

"How much do you think we'll get for the paintings in Cleveland, Steve?" Judith asked. "Oh, I think they will pay any price," Steve answered. "They all emigrated from Achill at one point and they will give anything to own an O'Donnell."

The final curtain.
Or is it?