She smiled as she closed her eyes, and felt herself quite alone, pleasantly drowsy and warmed by the sunshine, almost as if she were lying on a sandy beach in Batangas.
It wasn’t until maybe half an hour later, a voice spoke, low and arresting. In her dream, it was Pete’s voice, a kind of hero or prince charming.
“Hello . . . ”
It was one of Claire’s students from the back. He cleared his throat and called her attention.
“Uh . . . excuse me . . . I’m sorry . . . uh . . . hello?”
Pilar’s eyes fluttered open, slightly disoriented. She raised herself up on her elbow and looked about to see who had spoken.
“I’m sorry, but you started the pose with your hand on your side, but now it’s on your stomach. And uhm . . . you started out with your eyes open?”
It was the tall, lanky young man wi
