Sixty is heaven,” she [bohemian Aunt Norma] told Jeanie as they sat having tea. “The world is done with you, you become to all intents and purposes invisible, particularly if you are a woman. I...

But Jeanie had just gone through the motions. No one would have realized, except perhaps her too-perceptive son-in-law, but that was one of the few perks of maturity: you knew how to dissemble.