We just turn around and sell most of the Bekeles straight to California, but I tell her to send me a selection, of her own choosing, to go on my walls. "Something I’d like, something you think will resonate for me." The first thing I unwrap is a quipu, what people sometimes call a "talking knot." This is evidently a sort of Inca necklace-cum-tax-return, and, presumably on the basis that I am a mathematician by training, she includes a sheaf of paperwork I do not read about how remarkable it is that it’s patterned in base 12 rather than base 10. The quipu itself, for all that someone has spread it out like a condor’s wing, looks like a neolithic two-way. I send it back and tell her to store it. Quipus are apparently hard currency to collectors, real blue-chip property, so it isn’t a poor choice financially, it’s just not my thing.