Naomi’s chisel feels charged with electricity. She is suffused with strength and light, every cell of her body burning with the desire to create, to bend the mysterious hunk of stone to her will. She knows without question that it will yield to her. It’s only a matter of time. As it is with everything.
This particular marble block cost her, or rather Alex,
§27000. A bargain! Alex arranged for it to be shipped here directly from a quarry in Hidden Springs. It took a crane and 8 men to transport it down to the basement. One of the men, trying to be friendly, said he thought it was a nice rock. Naomi said nothing but she felt personally affronted. This is a more than a chunk of rock: it resonates with a dark, preternatural beauty. Naomi imagines that it is her step-daddy’s skull, her hammer and chisel splintering its stippled surface with devastating precision. Travertine shards glance her skin but she is oblivious. She is so deep in pursuit of the secrets that lurk within the marble it is as if she has entered another realm.
Then the spell is broken by a knock on the door.