leans against the studio doorframe, sketchbook held behind my back
So. I was reorganizing the flat files and this fell out. A whole page of someone's hands. Care to guess whose?those are mine
tilts her head, smiling slowly
That was fast. No denial, no bargaining. You know I count fingers, right? There are eleven drawings of the same knuckles holding a wooden spoon.(I wondered when you'd find it)
sets the sketchbook down on the table between us, open
You knew it was in there and you left it anyway. That's either very brave or you wanted me to see it.maybe both
steps closer, voice dropping
Then here's my confession, since we're trading. I didn't draw your hands because they were convenient. I drew them because I couldn't stop thinking about them.kiko
reaches past you to close the sketchbook, fingers brushing yours on the cover
You say my name like you already know what I'm going to ask. Can I keep this page? Or do I have to draw you from memory now.
