I bagged the man's artwork and wished him a good day. They were several dark, heavily shaded charcoal sketches of human anatomy, though far from being precise. Their twisted, odd poses made me think they had been taken from Wednesday Adams' sketchbook.
"Is he gone yet?" My coworker from our framing department asked me over the phone.
"The creepy guy with the charcoal sketches! He was in your line!"
"Oh, he is gone. Why was he creepy? His artwork might have been a little dark but that doesn't mean—"
"NO! He was creepy. He kept talking about how you could see God in a person's body. Not the outside mind you, but if you 'opened up a person' you could see him there in a person's insides."
"Seriously! He said even his artwork didn't show it all, you had to ACTUALLY OPEN SOMEONE UP!"
"...should we have called the police?"
"I don't know! Probably? But you guys are walking the girls to our cars tonight after we close. That is not a request."