“What? Who’s writing it?” Mrs. Connor asked.“Matt,” Denise replied.“But...” she began, and then rethought her question.“How could you ...nd Matt do anything if Sue was your lover?” she asked.“Mother,” Denise said as she hugged her mother, “Sue is my lover, but all four of us sleep together in one bed.”“You mean you and Sue, and you and Matt?” she asked, phrasing her question as delicately as she could.“And me and Carla, and every other possible combination of two, three, and four of us that you. He had the gait of a man; his ass didn't swingnoticeably from side to side.That had to have been the shortest presidential speech since theGettysburg Address. The commentators who came on after the speechseemed to have been completely wrongfooted, their prepared remarksrendered irrelevant. A few closed-minded individuals stuck to theirhard-line denunciations, but they weren't getting any traction withtheir colleagues on their own panels.I sat on the couch watching all this, wearing my black. I askedKlarissa to bring Danielle to me, I wanted to talk to her.Danielle walked over to me and I had to stand up and I turned my asstoward her face and I asked her, "Do you know about this?" She said, "Ofcourse I know about it, we were at a tattoo parlor, remember? Ichallenged you to get a tattoo and I said you were too scared to do itand you said you weren't scared so we went in. I asked you what kind oftattoo you wanted and your voice kind of trailed off into mumbling andthen you said. It was not until final approach that I realized I had spent three hours watching Sheila work. Holy flaming shit Batman. Once again, I was reminded that I married up. Sheila: Landing at Majuro was like waking from a pleasant dream. It had been some time since I had been able to throw myself into a project. Sean’s catalog was a project, but there were many different threads I needed to track. This was simple in concept, but rich in detail. The creation fugue was exhilarating, but left me feeling.