'You've given him a nose that's a proboscis and eyes on stems. I'm not paying for it.'
'As you wish.'
I stormed out of the studio.
At home, my husband was resting in his armchair. I sat opposite him and was about to recount my experience with the sculptor when parts of his head began to reform into a tapir's snout and a snail's eyestalks.
I rushed back to the sculptor. He smiled as I paid his fee and took the bust.