am sheltered and encumbered,how insistently I am warmed and bound.) Para.9:"Go ahead,if you can find one cheap enough,"is all my husband had to say to this.He is not like me,he does not really want explanations.That the heart of another person is a closed book,is something you will hear him say frequently,and without regret. Para.10:Even then I did not think it was something that could be accomplished.Perhaps at bottom it seemed to me too improper a wish to be granted.I could almost more easily have wished for a mink coat,for a diamond necklace;these are things women do obtain.The children,learning of my plans,greeted them with the most dashing skepticism and unconcern.Nevertheless I went down to the shopping centre which is two blocks from where I live;there I had noticed for several months,and without thinking how they could pertain to me,a couple of For Rent signs in the upstairs windows of a building that housed a drugstore and a beauty parlour.As I went up the stairs I had a feeling of complete unreality;surely renting was a complicated business,in the case of offices;you did not simply knock on the door of the vacant premises and wait to be admitted;it would have to be done through channels.Also,they would want too much money Para.11:As it turned out,I did not even have to knock.A woman came out of one of the empty offices, dragging a vacuum cleaner,and pushing it with her foot,towards the open door across the hall,which evidently led to an apartment in the rear of the building She and her husband lived in this apartment;their name was Malley; and it was indeed they who owned the building and rented out the offices.The rooms she had just been vacuuming were,she told me,fitted out for a dentist's office,and so would not interest me,but she would show me the other place.She invited me into her apartment while she put away the vacuum and got her key Her husband,she said with asighIcould not interpret,was notat home. Para.12:Mrs.Malley was a black-haired,delicate-looking woman,perhaps in her early forties,slatternly but still faintly appealing with such arbitrary touches of femininity as the thin line of bright lipstick,the pink feather slippers on obviously tender and swollen feet.She had the swaying passivity the air of exhaustion and muted apprehension,that speaks of a life spent in close attention on a man who is by turns vigorous, crotchety and dependent.How much of this I saw at first,how much decided on later is of course impossible to tell.But I did think that she would have no children,the stress of her life,whatever it was,did not allow it,and in this I was not mistaken. Para.13:Theroom whereI waited wasevidently acombinationlivingroom and office.The first things I noticed were models of ships-galleons,clippers,Queen Marys-sitting on the tables,the window sills,the television.Where there were no ships there were potted plants and a clutter of what are sometimes called "masculine"ornaments-china deer heads,bronze horses,huge ashtrays of heavy,veined,shiny material.On the walls were framed photographs and what might have been diplomas.One photo showed a poodle and a bulldog dressed in masculine and feminine clothing,and assuming with dismal embarrassment a pose of affection.Written across it was"Old Friends."But the room was really dominated by a portrait,with its own light and a gilded frame;it was of a good-looking fair-haired man in middle age,sitting behind a desk,wearing a business suit and looking pre-eminently prosperous,rosy and agreeable.Here again,it is probably hindsight on my part that points out that in the portrait there is evident also some uneasiness, some lack of faith the man has in this role,a tendency he has to spread himself too bountifully and insistently which for all anyone knows may lead to disaster Para.14:Never mind the Malleys.As soon as I saw that office,I wanted it.It was larger than I needed,being divided in such a way that it would be suitable for a doctor's office.(We had a chiropractor in here but he left,am sheltered and encumbered, how insistently I am warmed and bound.) Para.9: “Go ahead, if you can find one cheap enough,” is all my husband had to say to this. He is not like me, he does not really want explanations. That the heart of another person is a closed book, is something you will hear him say frequently, and without regret. Para.10: Even then I did not think it was something that could be accomplished. Perhaps at bottom it seemed to me too improper a wish to be granted. I could almost more easily have wished for a mink coat, for a diamond necklace; these are things women do obtain. The children, learning of my plans, greeted them with the most dashing skepticism and unconcern. Nevertheless I went down to the shopping centre which is two blocks from where I live; there I had noticed for several months, and without thinking how they could pertain to me, a couple of For Rent signs in the upstairs windows of a building that housed a drugstore and a beauty parlour. As I went up the stairs I had a feeling of complete unreality; surely renting was a complicated business, in the case of offices; you did not simply knock on the door of the vacant premises and wait to be admitted; it would have to be done through channels. Also, they would want too much money. Para.11: As it turned out, I did not even have to knock. A woman came out of one of the empty offices, dragging a vacuum cleaner, and pushing it with her foot, towardsthe open door acrossthe hall, which evidently led to an apartment in the rear of the building. She and her husband lived in this apartment; their name was Malley; and it was indeed they who owned the building and rented out the offices. The rooms she had just been vacuuming were, she told me, fitted out for a dentist’s office, and so would not interest me, but she would show me the other place. She invited me into her apartment while she put away the vacuum and got her key. Her husband,she saidwith a sigh I could not interpret,wasnot athome. Para.12: Mrs. Malley was a black-haired, delicate-looking woman, perhaps in her early forties, slatternly but still faintly appealing, with such arbitrary touches of femininity as the thin line of bright lipstick, the pink feather slippers on obviously tender and swollen feet. She had the swaying passivity, the air of exhaustion and muted apprehension, that speaks of a life spent in close attention on a man who is by turns vigorous, crotchety and dependent. How much of this I saw at first, how much decided on later is of course impossible to tell. But I did think that she would have no children, the stress of her life, whatever it was, did not allow it, and in this I was not mistaken. Para.13: TheroomwhereIwaitedwasevidentlya combinationlivingroom and office. The first things I noticed were models of ships—galleons, clippers, Queen Marys—sitting on the tables, the window sills, the television. Where there were no ships there were potted plants and a clutter of what are sometimes called “masculine” ornaments—china deer heads, bronze horses, huge ashtrays of heavy, veined, shiny material. On the walls were framed photographs and what might have been diplomas. One photo showed a poodle and a bulldog, dressed in masculine and feminine clothing, and assuming with dismal embarrassment a pose of affection. Written across it was “Old Friends.” But the room was really dominated by a portrait, with its own light and a gilded frame; it was of a good-looking, fair-haired man in middle age, sitting behind a desk, wearing a business suit and looking pre-eminently prosperous, rosy and agreeable. Here again, it is probably hindsight on my part that points out that in the portrait there is evident also some uneasiness, some lack of faith the man has in this role, a tendency he has to spread himself too bountifully and insistently, which for all anyone knows may lead to disaster. Para.14: Never mind the Malleys. As soon as Isaw that office, I wanted it. It waslarger than I needed, being divided in such a way that it would be suitable for a doctor’s office. (We had a chiropractor in here but he left