My Eames chair: A note on Grief

This is an image of the Eames chair that I need to reclaim in order to do the revisions that I expect from my editor in the next few weeks. It was hijacked by the Mistress of the Mansion when she sold her Mansion and moved in to the Cave of Gold. The chair was called Ocean. She was beautiful, she smelled great, and she spoke to me. That is, Ocean, sme…