在她生命的最后四年中，母亲在圣路易斯的一个名为Chateins的疗养院里... {S} IX前几个月，我去世了，我发送了一张母亲节卡。里面有一首可怕的糊状诗。我记得觉得有罪。
(For the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis ... {S}ix months before she died I sent a Mother's Day card. There was a horrible, mushy poem in it. I remember feeling vaguely guilty.)