I had money. I only wanted a quiet voice. My wife was hanging-up the phone when I called. Her squawky hello was all I got. Bunny got through at one point. Her voice was something unexpected. Like she was calling from a phone next to a sea anemone, 30 feet underwater. If you watch her reading her work, she has a lilting, musical lack of affect. It’s alluring and it’s upsetting. She said something like “Bradley” – which no one calls me, which she always calls me—only my dead father and people (other types) who beat me up called me that. It was fine with her.