Baker Bloch kept pushing the uniqueness of the new town.
“It’s obvious that in several ways, 7 Stones is actually a stand in for the Fal Mouth Moon, the largest gallery in town and the one with the most collages. By a little over Gallery Jack.”
” I would agree,” Karoz opined, “from what you’ve told me.”
“Whitehead Crossing collages at the top,” illuminated Baker Blinker.
“And, most of all, *7* stories to the structure, working up from the basement. Like the 7 stacked stones.”
Karoz stared over at the male Baker, the one he’s not married to. “How long you gonna keep up the Woody appearance?”
“I’m just winging it,” he returns. “Similar to Wheeler.”
“Who’s — Jennifer still?”
“Kind of, I suppose. You should think about shape shifting, Karoz. It’s a lot of fun. It’s a little disorienting to your friends, but they just have to get use to it.”
“I’ll think about it,” the blue-green being replies crisply.
Baker Blinker lays a hand on his knee. “I may get to play a new role, Karoz. I forgot to tell you in all the moving excitement.”
Karoz turned. “Really?” He couldn’t quite hide the negative in his voice.
“Yes, a short, dumpy clown named Tillie. Like TILE.”
“Show me,” he requested.
“Alright.” She looked at Baker Bloch. “Is this okay Other Baker? Not too soon, is it?”
“Of course not.”
Karoz stares at her then looks away. “Well. I can certainly see the whites of your eyes.”
They argued about the Tillie character that afternoon, Baker Blinker’s sticking point being the unyielding, stick-in-the mud approach to life in general of her 1/2 moss, 1/2 mist husband. A decision on whether to move to 7 Stones from Chilbo and live in the Julia House perched on top of Waterfall #1 would have to wait.
And she so so wants to play that role.