Deborah Horner was in today to install the Dia De Los Muertos altar. We had a heck of a time stabilizing the paperbacks, but we managed. It's always fun to be with Deborah. Like Miss Prothero, she is patient, kind, and says the right thing always. She's a darn fine artist, too. Her offerings to our six dead authors were wonderful. I like Sekou Sundiata's best. The hat hovered like a crooked halo. When we were done, we burned some incense, stood back, and considered life and death and everything in between.