“Yes, she is. As well as her brother.” Marion Graves Anthon Fish—known to those whom she allowed as Mamie—cast her sharp, deep eyes set in her long, dour face about. “Just there.”
She was the strangest of the three, I thought. At times her behavior bordered on the outrageous, kicking sand in the face of the milieu in which she surrounded herself, yet known for the most innovative and extravagant of parties. Her balls and dinners were often the highlights of the season, and yet she deigned the whirl of teas, card-calling, coaching parades, operas, and musicales that were so much a part of this life. A true dichotomous personality, though perhaps I think there were other words for it, words not so polite.
Her rudimentary upbringing and limited education resounded in every one of her, “Howd
