<equi's "they looked like brother and sister"> 2003-03-07.2:38 p.m. They Looked Like Brother and Sister Elaine Equi He wore striped breeches and a pumpkin vest. Sat at the piano with his knees wide apart and played vigorously like a nice kid who'd grow up to be a jerk. She never shut her mouth. Margaret was always practicing a son, with a pile of sheet music the size of War and Peace on her lap. First, she'd recite all the words aloud before turning that milky soprano loose in a room full of cherubs and artificial flowers. Perfect Little Philistines is what someone said after a recital and with well-shined shoes. One day that candelabra will be all that remains of his Liberace youth but her, I worry about. So innocent, Walt Disney gives her palpitations. So impractical, she can't decide which season is loveliest. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad