It was mid-afternoon by the time Shaun got to the boarding house and went down to Ryan’s studio. He looked at the sketches Ryan had done of him and said, “You really can draw from memory.”
“Told you,” Ryan replied. He looked at the one he liked best, then at Shaun. “Don’t move.” Picking up a pencil and eraser, he changed it a bit, glancing on and off at Shaun, who seemed nonplussed by his attention. “There. Now it’s you.”
“You’ve made me too handsome,” Shaun replied, looking embarrassed.
“Bullshit. It’s exactly like you. If I had a mirror you could see for yourself.” Then Ryan asked, “Is it cold outside?” since he had the feeling Shaun would like to get off the subject of his looks.
“Not freezing, but not exactly summer, either. Why?”
“I need to find faces.”
Shaun snorted. “I hope yo
