Tarzan showed up on Wednesday afternoon like he’d said he would, with the written quotation in his magical briefcase like I had imagined. I was home as promised, but to his surprise, Dana was too. He shared his greetings as politely as he had done on the day of our first meeting, and we invited him to join us at the table where we could have proper discussions. Dana and I sat on one side and left the other for him so he sat directly across from the two of us. He declined our offer for juice and requested a glass of drinking water, to lubricate his voice box for the presentation and explanations that he was about to make. He went right to it, detailing the few changes that he desired to make to the room and explaining why it would be prudent to preserve a bit of its present beauty. That, we
