Dorothy came in from the bedroom. “I squared it.” She kissed her mother on the mouth and sat down beside her. Mimi, looking in her compact-mirror to see her mouth had not been smeared, asked: “She wasn’t peevish about it?” “No, I squared it. What do you have to do to get a drink?” I said: “You have to walk over to that table where the ice and bottles are and pour it.” Mimi said: “You drink too much.” “I don’t drink as much as Nick.” She went over to the table.
