If she found public life hard, she found home life easy: She adored her homes, decorating them, running them, living in them. Home made sense to her. Hollywood, she said, never did. There were rules about home: Sheets had to be white. Only white. Flowers had to be cut for every room. She was as happy with a bunch of carnations as she was with her beloved Casablanca lilies. She often kept her flowers in their vases a day or two beyond their natural lives―but she accused anyone who suggested it might be time to throw them away of "not giving the poor things a chance."
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