We are makers, said Zina, placing a bronze sculpture on the terrace of her apartment in Fiore’s Island.
Is it a flower, asked Gaia.
Wait till dark, said Zina, this is a gaslight sculpture.
Zina, Julia, Gaia and Kristen ate tagliatelle with peas and asparagus until they could only see the shadows of each other in the moonless night. Then Zina lit the gaslight. On the side of the building, an enormous wolf appeared, howling at the moon above.