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Sarah continues working, adding the last highlights to his eyes. “You asked me to,” she replies, though neither remembers who first mentioned the idea. In the drawing, Jack turns his head the same way he does now—curious and guarded. The likeness is not perfect, but it is truthful in a way photographs rarely are: it holds what she thinks he is, not only what he looks like.
Jack enters the room midway through a stretch of late afternoon light, dripping rain from his sleeves. He sees the portrait on the easel and freezes the way a person freezes when a private thing is unexpectedly witnessed. “You drew me,” he says. sarah illustrates jack
They stand together, looking at ink and paper, at the person she made by deciding what to include and what to leave out. Outside, the rain slows, then stops. Inside, the studio smells faintly of pencil shavings and wet wool. Jack touches the edge of the easel and leaves a fingertip smudge on the margin—a real, accidental mark. Sarah continues working, adding the last highlights to