It goes without saying she wasn’t happy.
Poor Rembrandt was worn out when he finished.

Do it again, she demanded. Please, she added as an afterthought.

Again. Please.

No. Again.

Sigh.

No. No. No.

Nose. Do it again

Close, but not quite right.

Nope. I give up. I’ll get Leonardo to have a go next week.
As I said, it goes without saying she wasn’t happy.

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