ho has taken possession of both our knees. Margot's hair is in curlers and my nightgown is too small, too tight and too short. It all looks so intimate, cozy and peaceful, and for once it really is. Yet I await the end of the speech willi dread. They're impatient, straining at the leash to start another argument! pst, pst, like a cat luring a mouse from its hole, they goad each other into quarrels and dissent.Yours, Anne