She rummages in a plastic shopping bag under the table, and pulls out something stiff and white. Lacy, like old-fashioned underwear.
‘It’s nearly finished,’ she says, holding it wide near her face, making a shape I can’t distinguish.
‘What is it Lou?’ Liz asks. ‘Frida’s undies?’
‘One of her costumes, cara.’ Lou’s fake Mexican accent is getting worse. It sounds Greek. Or Welsh. ‘One of the costumes she dressed in for her paintings.’ She says pine-tings.
Jan and Liz visit their dealer, Lou, and ponder art, dressing up, feminist icons and sausages.
‘Portrait as a Tehuana, 1989’ appeared in online literary journal Turbine 04 (2004).