In the mystery of decor, this lamp goes here, that chair goes, where? No, over more, toward the door. And the floor, we need an oriental there. The windows must give light and yet have drapes in vivid color to be drawn against the night. That’s it, and now, those delightful bits of pottery and photos from our trips abroad. Oh lord, what have we forgotten that would bring it all together, truly honor that divinity, our taste? This is where we live! Meanwhile, upstairs, the children have their own design. And that design is haste. Drawers overflow, shoes everywhere, no two in sight to make a pair. What is that smell, something underneath the bed? Everything shows hurry, run, be done, and get away.