CHAPTER 9
YES, JOE WAS there, and yes, cute didn’t even begin to do him justice, but this week I couldn’t help noticing the slight hunch of his shoulders and the dark shadows under his eyes. When he caught me looking and gave me a half smile, I didn’t want to draw him, I wanted to tuck him into bed and bring him a mug of cocoa.
But when I glanced at the rest of the class, nobody else seemed to share my thoughts, judging by the poised pencils and the murmurs of approval when Joe dropped the sheet from around his waist.
“If you could just lie there on the sheet,” Delores told him, flitting around like a rainbow on acid. “Lean back against the pillows. No, move your head to the right… Good, that’s perfect.”
“She’s right about that last bit,” Marie whispered. “Hot damn. I swear he’s grown
