216. About a week later Agnes came to class and I noticed
right away that she was especially upset about something. She had not bothered
to comb her hair that day.
217. Agnes had frizzy hair, white sprinkled in all over, and
usually kept in place by being tied in a knot. She always had a pencil stuck in
the knot. On this particular Saturday, there was no knot, and no pencil, and
she had the look of a gypsy woman running from the police.
218. We sat together, alone in the studio. She was sitting
on a table, and I was sitting on a stool. On the table was an unfinished head
of a woman in red clay that had fallen on the floor, and all the features were
smashed over to one side.
219. The clay head should have been wrapped in plastic, but
instead, I think it had been abandoned. Agnes said, “I have stopped doing the
Good Doctor’s shadow drawings.”
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