The artist paints murals on bedroom walls.
The musician raises heavenly praises.
The writer thinks on paper.
They meet for coffee, a lot of girl talk and...well...maybe just a TEEnie, weenie bit of gossip.
They agree to walk the local trail for exercise.
The trail winds up being the sidewalk between stores at an outlet mall 50 miles north.
Long ago, the child artist, musician and writer, huddle together in a quiet house.
Lights and TV off.
"That's the devil bowling," says the artist.
The musician and writer believe her.