Heartsong (Logan 2)

"Yes," I said almost too softly to be heard. "I have to have you comfortable, at ease.

You've got to get past yourself and me and become

part of this work, the essence of this work. Think of

yourself as the sculpture and not as Melody Logan

undressed in some barn, okay?"

I nodded, weakly.

"My shoulders are too bony and my collarbone

sticks out too far," I complained. "I also have a patch of freckles all over here," I said, pointing to my chest

just below my collarbone.

Kenneth smiled.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem for

us, Melody, and you're far from bony. Look," he said

more patiently, "I know it's unfair to ask you to

achieve a professional attitude the first time you

model for someone, and I won't expect perfection

right away, but in time, you'll see," he said with a

warm smile. "As hard as it is to believe, it will

become very ordinary after a while."

He paused and looked at the door.

"You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?" he

asked quickly.

I shook my head.

"Good."

The realization of what he feared made me

laugh, especially when I considered how Uncle Jacob

had reacted to the little I had told May about a

woman's body. Suddenly, all the fear and nervousness

left me, as I realized that modeling for Kenneth was

just the thing to get Uncle Jacob's goat.

"What's so funny?" he asked, smiling. I told him about May's revelation of her first