She had found that if you started laughing at all the various incidents, then the crazy ones began to laugh too, and, she insisted, in this way everyone found some equilibrium. She saw a certain heroism in the Women, the ladies who had stuck it out all these years: “They are still in New York. They may be hiding at the Barbizon in their little cubbyholes, but they are still here in New York. That’s something.”
