Walter came over to me. “Harvey, you love these, right?”
“I do, especially that one.” I pointed to the image of the woman. “I’m so surprised. I usually avoid sequins fastidiously.”
Ollie said, “Most people do. That’s the point, kind of. We try to avoid things that make us feel imperfect or draw too much attention to our imperfections. Or we try to cover them up with sparkle.”
I looked at the piece again. That was it exactly. The sequins weren’t distracting; they were creating. I loved it even more. “Ollie, I would hang that on my wall any day.”
“Good,” Walter said, “because we’re buying both pieces, and we’re loaning you the one you love, Harvey, because you need it.”
I started to protest, but Walter put his palm up to my face. “You need it, Harvey.” I stopped talking.
“You’re going
