“That’s just the American section,” she said helpfully. “The British and foreign language works are in the sub-basements.”
He paused. “And you have a collection that’s a compilation of all human art. Have I left anything out?”
Polly thought a moment. “You left out the killer PBJ.”
“Fine, add that to the list. How do you account for all this?”
Polly pouted, and her face contorted in a series of comically thoughtful expressions. “Maybe Fifi slipped a little something extra into your wine?” she half-asked.
“I don’t think so. I saw the snowman before I drank any.”
“Retrograde hallucinations are the most powerful. As a psychologist, I know—”
“So you’re a psychologist, too?”
“Of course,” she said in an isn’t-everybody tone.
“Tell me, is there anything you can’t do?”
Her voice was sudde
