The fever returned. This time it was partially emotional. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, didn’t care. Olivia, in the United States on a lecture tour, and Sister O’Hara nursed me at Sister’s house in Quogue. Because of her marital difficulties with her second husband, Pierre Galante, my sister seemed able to understand what I was going through. Olivia undressed me, put me to bed, held me in her arms as she sang a Japanese lullaby from our childhood … “Nen, nen, korori, okororiyo.” Still the tears would not stop.