What I really love about her and what I wish I'd thanked her for, is not letting all that cleverness and wit get the better of her. I so wish I'd thanked her for not allowing her hurts and betrayals to make her shriveled and bitter and mean-spirited.
Nora became my de facto Auntie Mame. My co-conspirator in neurosis. The one who understood the pangs of living in the gray of the Id and intellect and wanted to talk about it over decent wine and dinner.