I went to the ladies room. There were sheets on the bed there, striped brown, mauve, white, a bit disordered and unmade. I remembered when Edward Opie, the cartoonist, had moved his mother in there—also the more famous episode, when Maeve Brennan, a former wife of St. Clair McKelway's, and one of the most talented and prolific short story writers in the history of The New Yorker, had moved in.
