SOMEDAY, THIS STUDIO will be mine. I’ve memorized it. I’ve come to love it drearily, in the way I suppose you’d find love in an arranged marriage, or a secondhand dress you didn’t pick out. Would you like the official tour? I get my stillness and strangeness from Wendy, but like Hollis I am a guide, an organizer. I gather, weave, divvy, and make a path for making meaning, through the detritus of Wendy’s faith and mine. I’ll show you what I mean.
