Chapter Thirty-Six
My alteration having been deemed complete, I no longer find myself in the large white and blue tiled room. As I suspected, it is Ilona’s art studio, and whatever new project she is undertaking, I shall not know. But I did hear a discussion concerning feathers and an experimental epoxy for permanently adhering such to human flesh. Recollections of Ilona’s drawings come to mind and the figure with bright streaks of blues, yellows and greens. I am sure when completed, her next toy will be as pretty as me and displayed with equal pageantry. But meanwhile, I am relocated to make room and I miss the capacious surroundings. The daily terror of being securely bound and carved with a hot iron will not be missed.
Instead, I have new discomfort to confront, for as Ilona suggeste
