without moving.
"From the very beginning of my marriage to
Jill, Leigh seemed to hate me. She could never forgive
me for taking her mother away from her father. She
adored her father. I tried to win her affections. She
wanted none of that. I didn't do a thing to harm her,
and eventually I stopped trying to win her over. I
knew she blamed me for her father's desperate unhappiness.
"I came home from my long honeymoon with
Jill disillusioned. Horribly disillusioned. I tried not to
let anyone see it. Jill isn't capable of loving anyone
more than she loves herself and her everlasting
youthful image. My God, how that woman loves to
look in mirrors!
"
I grew disgusted seeing the way she had to
have every hair in place all the time, always glancing
to check on the shine on her nose, checking for
lipstick smudges."
His smile was crooked, bitter. "And so I came
to realize too late that despite all the beauty Jill possessed, no man could love Jill for anything other than
her facade. Jill has no depths. She's just a shell of a
woman. Everything sweet, and thoughtful and kind
went into her daughter. I began to be more aware of
Leigh in a room than I was of her mother. Soon I was
noticing a lovely adolescent girl who seldom glanced
in any mirror. A girl who loved to wear simple, loose
garments that fluttered when she moved, and her hair
was long and loose and straight. Leigh waited on
Troy, with pleasure and joy she waited on Troy. I