Chapter Nineteen
Oftentimes, it is only when one is forced to take a stand, to buck convention, to choose independently, that one finally can see clearly what is important and what is not. One can only hope the opportunity does not come too late.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
Three weeks and two days into Carol’s stay in The Hole, as she’d come to call her studio, the morning rose clear and ripe with the moist smell of thaw. Instead of driving to the bookstore, she walked through the spring air, either to enjoy the weather or to delay getting to work, she didn’t know, but when she arrived at Turning Leaves, it looked particularly charming in the bright sunlight. Inside, the familiar curved hulk of the register played on her emotions, which had not yet ali
