Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.
William Maxwell, Christopher Carduff (2008). “Later novels and stories: The château, So long, see you tomorrow, stories and improvisations, 1957-1999”