I saw my daughter Cora come home with wood pieces cut to size. Over days, she would appear for meals, then “get to work” in her area of the house. She hardly talked, and when she did, it was in spitting language.
“What’s not working?”
It came out so fierce; I didn’t dare ask any more questions.
I never saw the finished product, only photos of it. I liked it so much I’m showing a few of the designs and how they fit together here: