One day, Haig, the fellow Marash Girl wrote about yesterday, visited Andrea and Marash Girl in their rental apartment in the upper West Side of New York City. (Actually, the apartment overlooked the river and was sublet from a man who was a painter, an artist, as it were.) Haig, on his first visit to the apartment, was horrified by the "traditional" canvases that were on the wall, and went around the apartment, removing all the paintings from the wall and hiding them in a closet. "These are not art!" he exclaimed;"they belong in a closet, not on a wall."