A Matisse by the Tool Drawer

“So, we had a little disaster yesterday,” Hattis said, emerging from the kitchen. She was wearing green corduroy pants, a gray sweater, and a gray scarf, and was carrying a carved mask. “We had a sculpture fall on the floor,” she went on. Her Pomeranian-Siberian husky, Banksy, was lobbying for a belly scratch. “We opened the door to the balcony so he could go pee. A gust of wind blew it forward.”