I have only met Mara, my partner Jay’s sister, once. She, her husband and young son came to brunch at our Cambridge, MA, home one Sunday some 30 years ago. To leaven the guest list, I had invited my friend Eleanor who brought an assortment of cut flowers. I arranged them in a vase and put them on the table. When Mara arrived and admired the flowers, I said, “Yes, Eleanor brought them.” At which point Mara said, “Yes, you can tell a woman arranged them.” Giggles were stifled at the time, but the story has become part of the archive and surfaces each and every time I arrange any flowers (such as these on my friend Nick’s recent Christmas table.)
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