NaPoWriMo Day 17

Sargent's Portrait of The Mules

A friend and I went to this Americans
in Paris exhibit at the art museum.
We stood in front of Madame X for half an
hour discussing her whiteness, how she
gripped the table she was leaning on so oddly,
how she couldn't stop staring at something
off-canvas. My friend was convinced that
she was watching her lover flirt with
the parlor maid--the guy in the next painting over
wearing a plush red robe. But I'd seen that
look before and only pretended to agree.