Elaine drew some very fine butterfly wings for her daddy, but - unfortunately – the entomologist took more time criticizing the pattern’s inaccuracy than praising her workmanship or, even, her loving offer.
Hiding unshed tears, the girl retreated to her room, nursing crayons and a broken heart. The new set she drew was even more beautiful, extravagant beyond all dreams … and just as inaccurate as the previous one.
Her father had a long time to reflect on this – indeed to become obsessed with the matter – after Elaine’s broken body was found three floors down, her makeshift wings worse for the wear.

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