On the bus up Sixth Avenue it seemed to Alice that she had caught her life in its downward plunge, that she held it, although with difficulty, and that with only a little luck she could turn it.What did the lives of her four ancient grandparents prove if not that life itself would go on? Wouldn’t such a crisis as this one appear almost invisible from the perspective of sixty years on? An anecdote like one of Laura’s that she could hardly remember.