He was shaking his head before she’d even finished her sentence. “I’m not going to open my door to all sorts of talk and innuendo,” he said. His eyes traveled down her body again, which was masked quite thoroughly by her smock. He shook his head in what she took to be disgust. “She said she had to wear pants to work here.” He nodded toward Anna’s dusty slacks. “That it was a rule you made.”

“There’s no such rule.” She was annoyed that Theresa would fib that way. “It’s just easier to move around in pants. To work on the stretcher, she’d have to be on the floor. Don’t you think pants of some sort would make a lot more sense?”

He glanced at the stretcher taking shape on the concrete floor, then looked around the warehouse as if noticing its vast size, its dark corners, and its spooky beamed ceiling for the first time. He was making her increasingly nervous. She wanted him to leave.

“Never mind,” he said finally. “I don’t want her working here with you anyway.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the warehouse, his footsteps echoing behind him.

Lovely man, Anna thought, and she felt some sympathy for Theresa as she watched him go.

She had plenty of other visitors to the warehouse that day. Her lumberman, Frank, came to pose for her. He was an excellent model, keeping perfectly still, even though he had to hold a long-handled ax steady the whole time. Anna could tell he got a kick out of posing and having some time off from his real job grading wood. About half an hour after he left, Jesse and Peter arrived and started working on the stretcher, and a short time later, Martin Drapple showed up again.

“I had some spare time,” he said. “Thought I’d come see if I could help out with the— Hey!” He noticed the cartoon. “You’re making great progress!” He stood back to admire—she hoped—her drawing. “You’re quick,” he added, and Anna wondered if he thought she was working too quickly to do a good job. Why did she doubt herself so? She would accept his words as a compliment. Still, she was annoyed he was there. Was he keeping an eye on her?

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s going well so far.”

He turned toward Peter and Jesse where they grappled with the stretcher on the floor.

“Hey, fellas,” he said. “Looks like you could use another pair of hands.”