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"
Sure
.
"
"
I
’
m
a
sculptress
.
I
want
to
sculpt
your
head
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
"
You
’
ll
have
to
come
to
my
place
.
I
don
’
t
have
a
studio
.
We
’
ll
have
to
do
it
at
my
place
.
That
won
’
t
make
you
nervous
,
will
it
?
"
"
No
.
"
I
wrote
down
her
address
,
and
instructions
how
to
get
there
.
"
Try
to
show
up
by
eleven
in
the
morning
.
The
kids
come
home
from
school
in
mid
-
afternoon
and
it
’
s
distracting
.
"
"
I
’
ll
be
there
at
eleven
,
"
I
told
her
.
I
sat
across
from
Lydia
in
her
breakfast
nook
.
Between
us
was
a
large
mound
of
clay
.
She
began
asking
questions
.
"
Are
your
parents
still
alive
?
"
