Houses at Murnau by Vasily Kadinsky I met Charles on a street in Charlotte Amalie about a week after I arrived in the Virgin Islands with two hundred dollars and no plan. He was Haitian, a contractor, and by the end of the conversation he had pointed me to a structure behind his house. Eight feet by ten, pieced together from boards that had never seen a lumberyard. “You stay there,” he said. “We work first. We figure the rent later.” The next morning he took me to the dump. T