She was trying to do about five feet more routine than she had space for. I told her that my apartment would be better for her, that it was laid out d...fferently, and that I had more room than she needed.She put on her tiny robe and followed me over to my apartment. Once she looked my place over she smiled knowing that I was right. She looked at the camera in my hands and told me that a few more pictures of her nude couldn’t hurt. She removed her robe and helped me move the furniture out of her. “It was the best we could do.”Nicaragua was taxing. The bribes were higher and more frequent. Lina had sex when she had to. Men had begun eyeing Pilar.Honduras was relatively benign. Pilar said, “Sex of course. But not that many bribes. One boy was raped. Ten or twelve men. We couldn’t help him. But we held his mother back, they would have killed her.”Lina and Pilar walked across the Guatemalan border, through dense swampland to Tenosique, their first stop in Mexico. It hadn’t been that far in. “Of course, we all went to search for her and then we saw that the door to the garden was open too. Mabel and I ran into the garden, afraid what might happen to Sally. I think, Sadie ran to fetch Mr. Gafur. Mabel and I split up. We were stupid, M’lady; we did not have torches and we had search in the dark. Then I heard Mabel. She shouted that she had found Sally.“I started walking back to the house when I heard Mabel’s scream. I ran to her following her screams, and then I saw her lying on the. She was still painting the lush foliage of the Malayan jungle, but her painting was now being done in monochrome—in white and shades of gray and black. Just like a photograph, just like those other photographs, the one on J. Harvey Kincaid’s nightstand and the ones she was receiving of Hugh’s family. And, like the photographs, her paintings were study of subtle but clearly understood concern and fear for the future as much as the present. In all of this, Stanfield was her intellectual touch.