Carrie turned her chin to 1 shoulder and in so bending her head away from the sparks of Rose on Elaine, in that moment I saw as did Esme(e) and Violet how Carrie had come to be named for honor to that Carrie who drew the cobalt and the teal seas, the slate and sienna cliffs, the ultramarine sky, the colors of the northern coast grays, blues, greens, browns, wrapped them about her by force of her vital fists and rowed among the islands with her canvases singing and seeing, magnetizing the winds and cornering the storms which raced north and rolled east, clapped her hands over thunder and danced in her worn black boots upon the icy strand.