From　the　first；　Jeff's　family　had　adored　her。　They　had　always　insisted

that　they　would　hold　Jeff　personally　to　blame　if　the　marriage　ended。　In

that　spirit；　they　had　stayed　so　close　to　Anne's　side　that　she　had　to

finally　beg　them　for　space。　They　had　eased　off；　but　with　reluctance。

Anne's　parents　had　persisted；　urging　her　to　give　up　the　apartment　and

move　back　home；　but　she　refused。　She　knew　that　as　crammed　with　reminders

of　Jeff　as　the　apartment　was；　it　was　better　than　the　Westchester　home

where　she　had　grown　up。　To　return　there　would　be　an　admission　of

failure…failure　to　make　the　kind　of　happy　life　her　parents　had。

A　ghost　of　a　smile　lifted　the　corners　of　her　lips。　Her　childhood　had

been　happy　indeed；　even　those　awkward　adolescent　years　when　she　was　an

ugly　duckling；　by　modest　accounts。　Oh；　her　parents　denied　it；　but　the

mirror　didn't　lie；　and；　anyway；　the　ugly　duckling　became　a　swan　well

before　the　Senior　Prom。　By　that　time　she　was　quiet　and　graceful；

thriving　academically；　socially；　and　emotionally。　Nothing　in　her　rosy

first　twenty…seven　years　had　even　remotely　begun　to　prepare　her　for　the

heartbreak　at　the　start　of　her　twenty…eighth。

Brought　back　to　the　present　by　a　pang　of　hunger；　she　closed　the

untouched　book　and　went　to　the　kitchen。　She　flipped　on　a　single　light；

mixed　tuna　into　a　salad；　put　a　pot　of　coffee　on　to　perk；　and　toasted　rye