5/13 "I had to do something," she answered, "and I couldn't do anything else. My mother was an invalid for ten years, and I nursed her, read to her day and night. Sometimes in the winter she couldn't sleep, and I would get up and amuse her by writing reviews of the books I had read. It was only play, but after she was dead I thought that I might make it earnest." "And your father died when you were very young, I suppose." She looked away, and with both hands she began to touch her hair again. "Yes," she said. |