This week, to complete their box objects, some students would arrive with drawings or small paintings or photos or texts or cutouts. Others would arrive with small sculptures or found objects There was no predicting what they would bring.
Submerging her worry about possible flaws in this module, she wondered what had happened to Mackie Alarie. Why was the unfolding narrative of the book-object-without-a-key unexpectedly darkly mysterious?
Why was Griff McGuire continually on her mind?