18Cecil stared at a full-sized cardboard cutout of Kim Kardashian. A Dial was hanged by a noose beside an Osama bin Laden action figure, and a fanny pack sat in a locked display glass case with a spotlight on it.
“So Freddy is against commercial America?” Ava asked.
“Is that what this ‘art’ is supposed to be telling me?”
The hallway opened to a grand foyer. A rose-gold chandelier rained down into spokes of Crevier crystals. Palm trees and vertical kale gardens encircled the fountain, towering to the top of the two-story entrance. It was a high-fashion greenhouse, meant for decoration instead of growing food.
A doorman dressed in a suit and tie dragged them to the corner. “Hello. Good evening, lovely guests,” said the greeter. “Would you like to draw a square for our square wall?”
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