Chapter Thirty-Five
Madison
Friday
Saw my new wall art. It isn’t made of underwear.
Kazi mats handwoven from Rwandan sisal and sweetgrass.
There’s no collection called Transgression, is there?
No. But how nervous did I make you?
So dainty and yet so evil.
Monday
Did you see the bowl?
That’s Phoenician glass.
She’s not a regular-glass cat. That’s offensive.
We have more in that collection. Made on the West Bank. Super expensive. What’s the limit on your card?
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Wednesday
Fun fact about me: Apparently I am a guy who puts up framed wedding photos.
You are now!
What are these frames made of?
Repurposed computer parts and mango wood. India. Asha Handicrafts. Been doing good work forever.
Is it normal for a guy to have 12 wedding photos in his living room?
Is it normal for a guy to be in a marriage of convenience?
Point taken. Is it normal for 11 of those to be his bride?
If she’s being funny, yes.
Thursday
Like your new blanket?
Tabitha won’t let me use it. Looks cool.
It’s made out of recycled water bottles.
But it felt soft before she smacked my hand for touching it.