Chapter 19: Stolen hours

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SCARLET ♠️ We built an architecture without ever discussing the blueprint. That was the strange thing about it, looking back, Ray and I never sat down and planned the logistics of what we were doing. There was no conversation that began with here is how we will manage this. It simply assembled itself, piece by piece, in the weeks after the phone call where he said “I can’t stop” and I said “neither can I”, the way two people who understand each other build something functional out of necessity without needing to discuss the specifications. Tuesdays and Thursdays became my “studio mornings”, a designation I had actually used before, legitimately, but that now stretched to accommodate two hours that had nothing to do with fabric samples or client consultations. Ray’s clinic had a gap

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