and sliding glasses suddenly has ten -seven years old, with contact lenses and a driving license and very strong opinions on everything.
She always drew houses. All the time. She took all the art classes offered by her high school. She took drawing lessons. She took geometry classes and got an A. In her first year, she won a regional competition for high school students, designing an affordable small house for a single family. His house had large windows everywhere. And a small reading corner under the stairs.
“Forty-two windows”, she said to me, smiling, when she showed me the plans. “Well, fourteen. It’s a small house. But you get the idea.”
She wanted to study architecture. There was a good program at a university about a two hour drive away. She had been talking about it since she was twelve.
