#36 When the Blue Bird Sings

	C: He had his sketch of me to work from, I suppose. But he must have painted you from memory. Astonishing, isn't it? V: You might even say magical. C: Now you are starting to sound like Kristopher. V: Am I?
	V: Hmm. C: Why are you smiling? V: Kristopher worked only in oils. C: Yes. V: Oils take months to dry completely, Catherine, sometimes years. This canvas... C: Don't say it. I have to hold on to some of my certainties, don't I?