Because this particular art, artist and conundrum are all about walls, her mother says. And that’s where I’m driving you to. Yeah, George says. Up the wall. Her mother laughs a real out-loud laugh, so loud that after it they both turn to see if Henry will waken, but he doesn’t. This kind of laugh from her mother is so rare right now that it is almost like normal. George is so pleased she feels herself blush with it.
