Four years ago, Helen, who died that year at 89, sent me a box of scores of correspondence that I’d written to her over the years. Among them was a letter to her about Lillian Sidney whom I knew when I lived in California, and who played an important role in the development of this writer.
The following is one of those letters I’d written to Helen the day after Lillian died on a Monday night, September 1, 1998.