She left the other girl behind, standing all alone in her parents’ bedroom. And she closed the door on that little girl and never thought about her again. Until tonight. After that day in first grade, Louise had stopped being interested in her mom’s stories about puppets. She wanted to be around real things that everyone saw and agreed on like numbers and math and dump trucks and cranes. She only drew things that existed, like schematics and blueprints and elevations and plans. In college, she didn’t take mushrooms or microdose acid and only kind of enjoyed the occasional glass of wine,
