I found this particular drawing, made with pencil, in the garbage. I picked it out, but when I asked her about this drawing, she claimed it wasn’t her work. She refused to claim ownership.
“It’s Cecile’s,” meaning the housekeeper drew it.
I said I found that hard to believe.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. It is me.”
She did not like the drawing, she said. “This is a bad boy.”
I like the bad boy. His porky nose, spiky hair, and most of all, his frown. The boy is frowning.