She's called Charlie. I thought he was the Charles, but now I have it straight. He's Leo.

She paints a pretty picture. He draws customers with charm. They are creative and have injected my hollows with reverberations of play, fun and a joy in life. It's like I've been full of dry rattling wood and suddenly my space is growing things.

Some of the things are pretty ugly. Charlie tries combinations that even a mute building knows won't work. I suppose that's not so bad, but she has a hard time giving up when something is not working. I guess her tenacity could be a hopeful trait for me if I have any difficulties. I can know that she won't throw me out too quickly.