Chapters (101)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Prologue
- Part One - Making Marriage Work
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Two - The Bane of Man
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Part Three - The Creation of the Wife
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“Oh, Byron,” she said. “I know I’m a terrible wife. Even to let it go that far. I know. I’ve really tried to be good to you, but I know I don’t do anything the way I should. I guess I’m just not made for it. I’m so—restless! I should have realized it sooner.”
“What are you saying?”
“I know you’ll never forgive what I’ve done. I can’t forgive myself.”
He sighed, and turned from her again. After a moment, he said, “I don’t understand why you thought where we lived would make any difference. Did you think I wasn’t happy with you?”
“I didn’t know. I thought I must have been doing something wrong, the way you were so distant.”
“Is this why you were asking me about the war? Because this guy told you about what had happened to him?”
“Yes. A little.”
A long minute passed in silence. Finally, he said, “Doll, there are things I’ve seen that I don’t want to think about. Or talk about. I just want to leave them behind me. Maybe you can’t understand that. Guys have different ways of dealing with things. I don’t know what this guy JJ told you, but for me, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to get on with our life.”
She sighed. It seemed hopeless that he would ever understand her position. “But those things are in you, Byron. How can I really love you if I don’t know half of what’s in you?”
He was watching the fingers of his right hand twist his wedding band round and round on his left hand’s ring finger. Dolly remembered how she had felt when she put that ring on his finger: ecstatic. Complete. “You always have. Loved me,” he said. “I know you’ve tried. I’m sorry I haven’t made you happy.”
She was quiet.
“I’ve tried to take care of you, Doll, like you do me—I don’t know what I’d do without you. That’s why I went into the business with Roy. I wanted to give us a better life—better than we ever would have had back in Battle Point with me working for my stepdad.”
“But you took me away from my family. My friends. You never even asked what I wanted.”
“I guess I didn’t know I was supposed to.” He laughed a little, ruefully.
“It never occurred to you to consider what I wanted?”