|'Desilu laughter canned in history's back row' (Empty Diary 1955)|
In some other life, she might have watched the Streader brothers walking across Southwick Green, ferocious in argument, conspiratorial in intimacy, in a way that she, as an only child, would never have understood. Or the Parsons brothers for that matter.
She might have been webbed with spidery lines, a blue-veined cheese, snakeskin coiling up her arm like a long glove above the claw.
(Footnotes to Words Out of Time; see here.)