Chapter 3

“I know he has a small, red-bricked outside area, or what I call a patio, at the front of his bungalow: something like a courtyard with wrought-iron fencing that stands approximately five-feet high, two clotheslines form the letter X over three battered lounge chairs, a kiln in the far-left corner that he uses for his daily work, five-gallon plastic buckets filled with different clays. Spider plants, a banana plant, and rubber tree plants in terra-cotta pots create a perimeter next to the wrought-iron fencing. Too many green-white plants to count. Too many pots. It’s a busy place, but I like it. Sort of like home away from home.