Posing
Noelle Q. de Jesus
The sign was straightforward enough. “Nude model wanted for graduate-level drawing courses.” Reading it eight months ago, it occurred
to Pilar this might be exactly what she needed. For she had no desire to take a class in something practical, as her husband, Frank Stone, had suggested, something like desktop publishing or
computer programming, to focus on and occupy her once they were settled in New Jersey. That’s what Frank Stone said. She wasn’t sure why, but she always thought of her husband with his
full name. Not Frank but Frank Stone.
And anyway, Pilar knew she didn’t want to find part-time work. What? Type up memos, say, or mind a*****e? Just the idea of sending out her resumé to one of the accounting firms in
New York made her shudder. No, thank yo
