"Anyway, one weekend I found myself at this little arts and crafts festival—tiny little place you've never heard of, five-six hours south of here. And I started talking to this woman. I think she'd begun as a painter, but now she was doing these incredible collages with all kinds of found stuff. We hit it off, and that night," apparently the memory struck Mags as funny; she had to break off and laugh hard for a few seconds. Then, when she'd found her breath: "we kind of fell into bed together. It was cheating, of course it was, but it didn't feel like it somehow, and she had these..." she...