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Jill was up with her mother. Estelle looked as though she had taken some kind of a sedative. She was staring emptily into space.

And then Donald and I went down to get something to eat. All of the food was standing there. Right on the bedside table of Bill Faulkner was my anthology Harper published called Reading for Pleasure, and he was reading it. Of course this pleased me. And of course, Bill Styron found a copy of his Lie Down in Darkness in Faulkner's private library upstairs in his bedroom. He, too, was pleased.

We went downstairs to face these glaring enemies again...Suddenly one woman--I don't know who she was--said, “Aren't you that fellow we see on Sunday night on 'What's My Line?'” I said, “Yes. I am.” Well, immediately the enmity was forgotten and these people came crowding around me and began asking about Dorothy Kilgallen and Arlene Francis. They forgot all about the fact that they were at William Faulkner's funeral. The enmity was gone. I was now one of the people who came to their house every week. I was an old friend. It was incredible to watch the change the minute they recognized me.

Isn't that funny.

Well, then came the funeral procession, which consisted of six battered up old automobiles, no funeral cars at all. The hearse carried out the grey coffin...and off it went,