I am consumed with the desire to write something about Bess Houdini and Floss Williams (wife to William Carlos) and I'm sure I could come up with a few other wives of famous men who deserve a big chunk of their own damn story. I discussed "Mrs. Houdini Disappears" earlier as a story that need to be written; and now Floss, forced to take care of her philandering husband for years after a mistimed "deathbed" confession, dismissed merely as a drab by Williams' rather prurient biographer. "No Plums for Mrs. Williams." I don't know. I'm grumpy and losing my voice makes me literal-minded to boot.