Delia of the Camellias

Delia the baby was beloved. Much more than Livy or me. She said, perhaps he will take a long time to die like a courteous Rasputin. That would be Dad's way. Delia: I fear she's going to get him killed. While you and I are a thousand miles away, all this is up to Livy. No husband, no child for him to love me in more than an average way. Still, like them, he seemed to enjoy talking to me. What do you think of Biden? He often asked. And this was what he enjoyed talking about as much as Brahms.