February 1/ 12Episode 132

 

            That wasn’t one of the robes in the change room left for the models.  It wasn’t one she’d given him.  It looked new.  Clare couldn’t believe she was thinking about his robe when he was about to turn around and see her.  When he was about to turn around and take that robe off for God and everyone.  What was he doing here?
            “Are you alright?” asked the woman beside her?  “You nervous about drawing a man?”  She smiled with slight condescension.  “You didn’t seem shy last time.” 
            “It’s my ex husband.”  Clare said.  She turned her back and began digging in her bag, moving her pencil case back and forth as though looking for something.  How was she going to get out of here?
            “Ohhhh.  Carrie said he was getting a divorce.  She said his wife was a…oops.”
            Clare stared up at the woman from her position hunched over her art bag.  The lovely blue robe she’d brought with her was under her pencil case.
            “Well, my God, Clare.”  Michael’s aren’t-I-a-great-guy voice from across the room; his yes-I-am-a-wonderful-husband-isn’t-Clare-lucky voice. “I didn’t know you were here.”
            Clare’s hand closed on the pencil case. She felt a pencil snap.