Because you told me to

I knew a woman who lived by herself in a white brick house near the light house at Watson’s Bay. As she grew older, and her memory played tricks, she started to collect odd things. At breakfast each morning, she pulled the stickers off fruits—apples and pears and mandarins—and stuck them to her shoes. When she finished a meal, she stacked the dirty dishes on the couch in her sun room. In spring, when her garden bloomed, she cut orchids from their stems and arranged them in bowls of water around the house. When she ran out of bowls, she used butter containers instead...