Chapter 19

I have written him, but not often, recently. There has been so little about which I wanted to write him. I answered this letter of his, though, promptly. Since, if American magazines do reach China, he might see a picture of me any day illustrating dental cream that I hate the taste of, or silk stockings, the sort I can’t afford usually, or hair nets that I never wear, and so would know that I’ve turned out to be a model, I decided to be nonchalant about it. I wrote him: I enclose a photograph of me wearing Better-…