The family picture depicted here was taken when I was about four or five years old. It is an ideal looking picture of a lovely American family. My mother is quite beautiful, surrounded by three happy children, but she also seems protective of some unknown vulnerability. My sister, attractive and confident, doesn't reveal the tragedy of her weight problem that in later years would cause diabetes and kill her. My brother today is still very much the dreamer that he appears to be in the picture. He fantasizes a construct of a world he is unable to build as an architect. And me in the Eton suit . . . how cute and uncaring . . . safe