Throw Pillow—R.S.V.P.Outside, the snow continued to fall; a sight that made the quiet house sound more silent. Between the pines, the brick, and the wallpaper of the house, she sat on the couch and tied her hair into a braid, laid back, and contemplated if the strange form that came out of her own hands in her studio earlier was to do with regret. It was too hard to think, to touch what could hardly be thought. She reached for her phone to sink again into the velvet