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                                                  McCoy-19

what he had designed and gave it some unexpected turn. I had tried to take elements from the existing shops and recombine them; he started from a new premise and in playful ways brought the whole into a dissident agreement.
When a house on my board was delayed or cancelled, I sometimes took time off to write. I finally quit. Schindler seemed to miss having a pupil, for he called me back several times when work was heavy. Occasionally he came to our house for dinner, notable for his great appetite and explose laughter. "Don't have a leg of lamb," my husband would say when Schindler was coming; there was never enough left on the joint for his favorite dinner the next night of cold pink lamb.
Schindler carried a full set of tools in his car, and often set himself minor repair on our house. Once I found him sitting fully dressed in the bathtub calking the joint between the tile and the tub. After his death, Sam Freeman told me that his knit-block house by Frank Lloyd Wright had been held together for some years by Schindler's social calls.

On almost my last return to the office Vick Santochi had replaced Sully, and he had lightened the tone. He adored Schindler and kept him amused with his teasing wit. He had copies made of all Schindler's photographs, in the hope, I am afraid, that Schindler's talent would rub off on him. It rubbed off on no one. Vick was the only draftsman with whom I ever discussed design. Schindler himself could never quite