When Lydia developed a cancer and her right leg was amputated, my grandmother hired two other maids-one to look after Lydia. Brinker-Smith at their game of musical beds; but the twins were older now, and maybe the Brinker-Smiths didn't do it with their former gusto. Those two devotions need not necessarily yield an unexciting life, but my life has been determinedly unexciting; my life is a reading list. What dream? Dan Needham asked me.
Since when do you weigh a hundred pounds? I said. rd on the radio was not much worse than the language one increasingly stumbled over in newspapers and magazines. When she was sitting down and he would go over to her, to receive his usual touches and hugs, his face would be dead-even with her breasts. She watched television all day, and every evening; at dinner, she would recount the day's inanities to me-or to O
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