The Forgotten Wife Remembers

ife I'd just left. My husband, David, stood solemn, but I

gotten, a ghost even before I died, especially by

tires, then waking to the truth of David' s affair, messages from his lov

e scandal, forced into marriage." "Clara was the one he always want

filled the tub, laid out the sleeping pills, and swallowed them, on

old books, a scent not smelled in years. I was in the bed from our first apartm

in the doorway, impossibly young, impossibly remote. "My mother wants us for

cusations. "Eleanor, you must be making David happy. You know how

to protect your reputation?" I looked directly at my father, my voice stead