Posing
They stood behind him, watching.
"This is the fifth time he's put us together in a painting," said one. "People are going to think we're triplets. Especially as he gives us practically the same face. But my beard's the curliest of the three. He should show that."
"Right," said another. "In the meantime, I'd rather they took us for brothers than for queers. Isn't it suspicious, seeing us together all the time?"
The third chimed in. "Queers don't get canonized, you dope."
"Hey, he's giving me a pimple!" exclaimed the first.
"Relax, the brush dripped," replied the third.
"And here he goes with those gold-leaf haloes," sighed the second. "I always feel like our heads have been chopped in half by jugglers' plates."
The third sighed. "Yeah, well, I just hope they hurry up and invent perspective. This iconic stuff makes my eyes hurt."
