My battered desk was jam against my roommate's drawing table, and his chair backed against a bed.
As soon as he was gone, Kitty jumped up from the drawing table.
Reluctant, not quite frightened, Edith returned to the drawing table and looked down at twelve pen-and-ink faces.
Now the drawing table and empty chair in her studio brought Callista poignantly close in absence.
Edith crossed the hall to the studio, where cool light on the drawing table waited like a reminder of courage.