She wrote in wonderful longhand. We helped shape it a little. She had a natural gift, a sense of recall and immediacy when she wrote about the pleasures of cooking and hunting for wild things.

I told Mr. Fitzgerald, I simply could not recall where that came from, when I wrote it or why the name was misspelled.

I wrote out little mysteries in longhand, and my mother typed them out on an old Remington.

I recall that Mr. Libby was displeased with what he described as 'selective leaking' by the CIA. He told me that the agency was engaged in a 'hedging strategy' to protect itself in case no weapons were found in Iraq.

I can recall this chattering sound of her teeth.

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife’s husband.