CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“I THINK IT’S A GREAT IDEA,” said Rowena.
“You do?” I tried not to look surprised. “Really?”
“Oh, yes. Only problem is, Alicia won’t go for it.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Rowena gave a derisive snort. “Because Alicia’s the least responsive, most uncommunicative b***h I’ve ever worked with.”
“Ah.”
I followed Rowena into the art room. The floor was splashed with paint like an abstract mosaic, and the walls were covered with artwork—some of it good, most just weird. Rowena had short blond hair, a deep-etched frown, and a weary put-upon manner, doubtless due to her endless sea of uncooperative patients. Alicia was clearly one such disappointment.
“She doesn’t participate in art therapy?” I said.
“She does not.” Rowena continued stacking artwork on a shelf as she sp
