The woman known to others as Mrs. Rundel is riding on a dirty train through a dirty landscape in America. Mrs. Philip Rundel—with her cap of hair a blend of gray and white and streaks of satin black, her face fitting neatly inside the frame of her curls, dark pools of flesh completing the circles of her wide dark eyes, her right eyebrow raised at a sharp angle, pushed upward by a chronically swollen lachrymal gland, her overlapping front teeth hidden beneath the beak of her mouth—this is who she has become, a woman…