In fact, we’ve decided to make ugly collages and use them to decorate our place. He’s going to gather up anything with Brendan’s handwriting on it and use it to papier-mâché a bunch of toilet rolls. I’m going to bang my head against the wall until it leaves an impression. We figure it’s finally time to put up some art in the living room.” He crunches some more. “Winston calls it depressing chic.” “Is this a joke?” Warner looks at Juliette, then Kenji. “I put up that drywall myself. We repainted those walls just last month—”
