"Liz, it's Mags. I need a favor."

"Hey, hon. Whatcha need?"

"Can I have the place to myself on the 29th?"

"Of October?"

"Yeah."

"Shouldn't be a problem. I'll just call the resident loonies, and tell 'em we're fixing the toilets or something. Dig's off to some show in Canada, and Pam's mom's sick, so that's two of the usual suspects out of the picture already. You using mp-2?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Any mess, you're shampooing the carpet, right?"

"As always. Usual rates?"

Lizbet paused. "Hey, what do you think of this?. I saw a piece of yours in a gallery on Garfield; looked like wire and...I'm not sure, maybe Fimo?...