When I returned to the room, Luca's room didn't seem to have changed a bit. I didn't see anyone inside either, but I heard the sounds of Luca giving directions and followed it to the wide-open garden doors. The little table that had been in the corner of the room was moved outside to the garden courtyard. I looked out at this garden each day while I detoxed, but the view had never been like this.
A canvas tent had been erected on the left side of the courtyard. It was large enough for ten people to comfortably sit or stand inside. The entire front of the tent was opened up and about twenty feet across from it a large white sheet hung on a line that stretched from the wall of the house to a low-hanging limb on the other side of the courtyard. In front of me, past the tent and sheet, was t
