Carol Masters wasn’t at her studio, so I tried her at home. She lived in a partially Toon, partially human neighborhood that real estate agents called ethnically enriched, and urban renewers called blighted. Depending on which way you happened to be facing—toward the gossiping, front-stoop Toon and human housewives or toward the babbling, back-alley Toon and human drunks—either term could apply.
