A Room (or two) of His Own

And what about Leonard Woolf?  Did he ever have a room he called his own?  Like my father now has…  After out-surviving the woman of his dreams, he’s quite at home in his very own two and a half  room apartment. Bill made it all come together so smartly — negotiating the purchase of some left-over furniture and then turning the place into a salon for my father’s large, striking photos — with a roomy old couch where residents and caregivers join the fun, while my father parks himself in his comfy easy chair by the phone, across from a red desk that everyone should...