I say to Jude when I reach him. “Fo

I say to Jude when I reach him. “For now, at least. She said she was planning to read a book tonight. Even showed me which one. Planning for the future is good, right?”
Jude sags with relief. “Okay, so at least I have time to check in with Dr. Greer and find out what else to do.”
“Did you know she’s cut herself?”
He nods. “I noticed the scars, too. She said she hasn’t done it in a while. I think her teen years were pretty tough. She said she was taken from her family and put in foster care. I know she’s got a major trauma history, but she hasn’t really started to talk about it yet. We’re focusing on safety for the moment.” He puts his arm over my shoulders. “Thanks for helping me check on her, Romy.” He kisses my forehead, and I put my arm around his waist.
“No problem. You’ll be repaying the favor tomorrow night during painting class. I could use the moral support.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
 
I huddle at my easel in the back of the room and look at my phone. Eric’s text is still glowing on the screen. Jude cannot stop barfing. I told him he had to stay home.
Great. My lifeline has a stomach bug, which means I’m on my own. I scoot off the stool and scrounge through my toolbox, looking for nothing in particular. The students are filing in, the elderlies, judging by the faint smell of mothballs, and the wealthy wives, as evidenced by the haze of Chanel. Caleb is nowhere to be seen. Or smelled. I wonder if I’d pick up his scent, turpentine and soap, or if I’d feel him near.
I wonder how today has gone for him, and hope things have been going better than they were over the weekend. Maybe he’ll ask me for my number tonight, or maybe I should ask for his. If things aren’t irreparably weird between us, I think I want to. I’m unreasonably excited about seeing him again. It’s been building inside me all day, this fizzy kind of sensation, like soda feels on my tongue.
“—said his truck broke down on Sunday, so he couldn’t come over,” says one of the wives, the one who had been waiting for Caleb upstairs last week. Claudia, I think he called her. “Then Melvin came home from his trip yesterday, so we’ll have to wait until he leaves again.”
I peek up toward the front. Three women are sitting at the easels in front. Claudia, blond, with blood-red fingernails. A black haired woman with heavy eyeliner and a French manicure, and a brunette with serious curls and opalescent, pearly-pink nails. The latter two are gathered at Claudia’s easel and keep glancing toward the door. “How was it?” murmurs the brunette. “I haven’t heard anything about him. He’s a friend of Daniel’s, right?”
As if they’ve got a mind of their own, my legs push me up from the ground, and then I’m walking to the edge of the room, the side nearest the women, selecting a piece of practice paper for this evening’s class. I pretend to be looking out the window, which allows me to see Claudia’s lips curl in a satisfied way that makes my stomach turn. “He was gorgeous,” Claudia purrs. “Better with his clothes off.”
The black-haired woman rolls her eyes. “Did you spend the whole night looking at him?”
“You know me better than that.” Claudia grins and lowers her voice, but I have no trouble hearing her as she says, “He knows what he’s doing, so it was well worth the time. And he said he hasn’t sold any paintings yet, so he needs the money. Offer him a commission and his cock—” She mouths that last part. “—is yours.”
Please don’t be talking about Caleb. I don’t know why I think that. They could be talking about anyone. But there are so many pieces that fit, and it’s making me sick. I shouldn’t care, but I hate the things they’re saying. How they want to use him. They don’t care about his art. Or his feelings.
Neither did you, not really.
Guilt and shame cascade through my chest. My fingers clench and I crinkle the paper, making all three of the women look toward me like I’m some raccoon that wandered in to dig through the garbage. “I don’t like the texture,” I say to them. I put the crumpled paper down and grab another sheet.
Claudia gives me a raised-eyebrow look that tells me she thinks I’m unhinged. Whatever. I don’t know why I’m all up-in-arms about Caleb anyway. He looked like he was enjoying their attention after our last class. For all I know, he’s having the time of his life, and I’m just another one-off. Maybe he does that to every girl who visits him in his studio. My cheeks are burning with anger and confusion as I whirl around to head back to my easel.
Of course, that’s when Caleb strides in. His hair is pulled back and he’s wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, both stained with paint. He has a tiny streak of phthalo blue on the ridge of his cheekbone, and it matches the spot in his eye, though I’m not close enough to see it. His gaze sweeps across the room and lands on my empty easel, and he blinks. Then he looks toward the front and sees the wealthy wives, who smile at him and greet him by name. Claudia cuts her gaze toward the brunette,

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Saya mengatakan kepada Jude ketika aku mencapai nya. "Untuk saat ini, setidaknya. Dia mengatakan ia berencana untuk membaca buku malam ini. Bahkan menunjukkan kepada saya yang satu. Perencanaan masa depan baik, benar?"Yudas sags dengan lega. "Oke, jadi setidaknya aku punya waktu untuk memeriksa dengan Dr Greer dan mencari tahu harus berbuat apa lagi.""Apakah Anda tahu dia telah melukai dirinya sendiri?"Dia mengangguk. "Saya melihat bekas luka, terlalu. Dia mengatakan dia tidak melakukan itu dalam beberapa saat. Saya pikir remaja yang cukup sulit. Dia mengatakan dia dibawa dari keluarganya dan menempatkan asuh. Aku tahu dia punya sejarah besar trauma, tapi dia belum benar-benar mulai berbicara tentang hal itu belum. Kita berfokus pada keselamatan untuk saat ini." Dia menempatkan tangannya atas bahu saya. "Terima kasih untuk membantu saya memeriksa dia, Romy." Ia ciuman dahi saya, dan kutaruh lengan di sekeliling pinggangnya."Tidak ada masalah. Anda akan membayar kembali kebaikan besok malam selama melukis. Aku bisa menggunakan dukungan moral.""Aku tidak akan melewatkan itu." Aku huddle di kuda-kuda saya di belakang kamar dan melihat telepon saya. Eric dari teks masih bersinar pada layar. Yudas tidak bisa berhenti barfing. Saya mengatakan kepadanya bahwa ia harus tinggal di rumah.Hebat. Lifeline saya memiliki bug perut, yang berarti saya sendiri. Aku scoot dari bangku dan mencuri melalui kotak peralatan saya, mencari apa-apa pada khususnya. Siswa mengajukan di, elderlies, menilai oleh bau samar kapur barus dan isteri kaya, sebagaimana dibuktikan oleh kabut Chanel. Kaleb adalah tidak terlihat. Atau berbau. Aku bertanya-tanya apakah aku akan mengambil wangi, terpentin dan sabun, atau jika saya akan merasa dia dekat.I wonder how today has gone for him, and hope things have been going better than they were over the weekend. Maybe he’ll ask me for my number tonight, or maybe I should ask for his. If things aren’t irreparably weird between us, I think I want to. I’m unreasonably excited about seeing him again. It’s been building inside me all day, this fizzy kind of sensation, like soda feels on my tongue.“—said his truck broke down on Sunday, so he couldn’t come over,” says one of the wives, the one who had been waiting for Caleb upstairs last week. Claudia, I think he called her. “Then Melvin came home from his trip yesterday, so we’ll have to wait until he leaves again.”I peek up toward the front. Three women are sitting at the easels in front. Claudia, blond, with blood-red fingernails. A black haired woman with heavy eyeliner and a French manicure, and a brunette with serious curls and opalescent, pearly-pink nails. The latter two are gathered at Claudia’s easel and keep glancing toward the door. “How was it?” murmurs the brunette. “I haven’t heard anything about him. He’s a friend of Daniel’s, right?”As if they’ve got a mind of their own, my legs push me up from the ground, and then I’m walking to the edge of the room, the side nearest the women, selecting a piece of practice paper for this evening’s class. I pretend to be looking out the window, which allows me to see Claudia’s lips curl in a satisfied way that makes my stomach turn. “He was gorgeous,” Claudia purrs. “Better with his clothes off.”The black-haired woman rolls her eyes. “Did you spend the whole night looking at him?”“You know me better than that.” Claudia grins and lowers her voice, but I have no trouble hearing her as she says, “He knows what he’s doing, so it was well worth the time. And he said he hasn’t sold any paintings yet, so he needs the money. Offer him a commission and his cock—” She mouths that last part. “—is yours.”Please don’t be talking about Caleb. I don’t know why I think that. They could be talking about anyone. But there are so many pieces that fit, and it’s making me sick. I shouldn’t care, but I hate the things they’re saying. How they want to use him. They don’t care about his art. Or his feelings.Neither did you, not really.Guilt and shame cascade through my chest. My fingers clench and I crinkle the paper, making all three of the women look toward me like I’m some raccoon that wandered in to dig through the garbage. “I don’t like the texture,” I say to them. I put the crumpled paper down and grab another sheet.Claudia gives me a raised-eyebrow look that tells me she thinks I’m unhinged. Whatever. I don’t know why I’m all up-in-arms about Caleb anyway. He looked like he was enjoying their attention after our last class. For all I know, he’s having the time of his life, and I’m just another one-off. Maybe he does that to every girl who visits him in his studio. My cheeks are burning with anger and confusion as I whirl around to head back to my easel.Of course, that’s when Caleb strides in. His hair is pulled back and he’s wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, both stained with paint. He has a tiny streak of phthalo blue on the ridge of his cheekbone, and it matches the spot in his eye, though I’m not close enough to see it. His gaze sweeps across the room and lands on my empty easel, and he blinks. Then he looks toward the front and sees the wealthy wives, who smile at him and greet him by name. Claudia cuts her gaze toward the brunette,