Violet knew already what she wanted to do with these skulls. She was going to paint them like those sugar skulls she'd seen in that neighborhood in New York the autumn she was there. She'd thought those looked fantastic. She wasn't that good at art, but she thought she could manage to paint lines and things on a skull.

She felt rather gothic sitting there in her all-black clothes and her dark eye makeup, handling these skulls. She pulled some paints and brushes over to her and began to paint.