My Sister has just telephoned
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My Sister has just telephoned from San Francisco. She told me to sit down while she read me something from the SF Chronicle. Jon Carroll, a writer in I met in March 1978 during my New York years, wrote
in his column of a lunch we had together with mutual friends. Patricia was quite moved that his comments were friendly, even flattering. Perhaps she is becoming increasingly familiar with her brother as a public subject/object of negative projection (which holds some familiarity for me).
