"my father was very cruel to her," she continued. "he was a portrait painter, a man of genius, but..."
he stopped listening and tried to bring his great understanding heart into action again. parents are also part of the business of dreams. my father was a russian prince, my father was a piut indian chief, my father was an australian sheep baron, my father lost all his money in wall street, my father was a portrait painter. people like mary were unable to do without such tales. they told them because they wanted to talk about something besides clothing or business or the movies, because they wanted to talk about something poetic."