“I’ve been looking at recently published dissertations in fine art. None was helpful insofar as what I want to do.”“That sounds good. Your ide...as aren’t ordinary nor stale.”“Thanks. But will it make what I write unacceptable or unpublishable?”“‘Unacceptable’ depends on the sort of advice you get from Dr. What’s-his-name.”“Garshin.”“Right. And publication will depend on you and luck.”“Luck?”“You know Heller’s Catch-22?”“It’s a World War II novel? Never read it.”“It’s a painfully funny book. But. He cocked his head to one side and grinned. ‘My family owns this place and the log cabin up on the hill that you’ll be sleeping in tonight’ She blushed. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the owner’s son. She did mention that you’d be dropping by at some point later today.’ He continued. ‘I’ve dropped a basket of supplies off on your doorstep, but it looks like you’ll need some more wood for tonight. I’ve got a few errands to run now but I’ll be back later to help you out with whatever…you. “Yes it can describe most anything,” I said.“Yes it can,” she said.“So what did the video show about the car being dumped?” I asked.“I could see the car and a figure getting out of it. I think it was a man, but I’m not a 100% sure. I worked on the video, but it just wasn’t good enough,” she explained.Did you at least see what direction he took when he left?” I asked.“I couldn’t tell much, but I could tell that it probably a man who got out of the car. He walked out the way he came in. It’s a. “Mistress Danetta awaits,” he said. I left the dressing room and followed him. Instead of going through the curtain into what I presumed was the taproom, we went up a narrow and well-concealed stairwell and along another hallway, the windows padded from the inside. He stopped at the last door on the left and knocked.“Enter!” came a curt bark from inside.“Can I get a decanter of Dream Wine? Preferably something undiluted?” I asked the waiter.“I’ll see if we have anything to your taste,” he said.