I often dream of my sister. If she sunbathed I saw the slick of the cream. If she worked in the garden I saw the glow of sweat. She wants to be a teacher when she grows up, which is a new resolution, having dropped the idea of being a model. That's one thing we began talking about. Laughing at her being a model, with that body. She said she was plump, I said she wasn't as skinny as a rake: really she had a nice normal body with too much thigh, a bit too much tummy, and mottled arms and freckled chest. Lovely, but not a model.