A few of them had gathered on the veranda where the model was going on and on about the artist's genius. He sat in the chair
opposite her with a bored look on his face, but he was completely preoccupied with the model's dress. It was a slightly different shade of orange than the
aluminum lounge chair
in which she now sat. To make matters worse, the way she was sitting had put the cushion askew. It was all too much for his artistic sensibilities. "Enough!", he suddenly screamed. "No one can hear a word you're saying in that color!"