This certainly transcends the genre--not only in the story which it tells, chiefly by indirection, but also in style--Miss Dale is a quietly shattering writer. Josh Evans, a girl watcher, and Mrs. Evans, a former nurse, move eighty year old Mrs. Fingal into the now vacant (why?) room of Auntie Flo. Mrs. Fingal is alone and unwanted--never has old age, all dentures and dewlaps, seemed so inexorable. Or expendable. Obviously the Evanses think so too--they keep Mrs. Fingal in the bed which she dampens, tears or otherwise. A young girl, Granziella, joins them temporarily, tries to help the old lady, but the inevitable is only postponed with subtle anticipation. All in all, a very naice piece of nasty business.