He sighs as though he likes that idea. “Sculpting makes me happy.” “Happier than running track or playing violin.” “I like transforming something pliable and soft, making it into something better than it was before. Changing it into something permanent and beautiful.” Permanent. I’d teased him about looking as though he was ready to move out at any second. But it’s exactly the truth. Alis is afraid to plant roots in case he gets plucked up. Planting roots and then being ripped away would hurt too much. I can understand that. “So, we’ll go do that.” I shrug. “Go let you do your art shit.”
