The Secret Lives of Married Women
“In the morning, Nan made breakfast and ran errands for Deirdre: went to the bank, the cleaners, even the post office if anything had to be certified. She arrived in the office by 10:00 A.M. or so, and from that point on, she worked a regular day. At six o’clock, she rode home with Abel, cooked dinner, did the dishes, and brought Deirdre whatever she needed. She stopped by her apartment only once, over the weekend, to pick up some clothes and her toothbrush.
For the first few nights, it was hard... for Nan to eat at the Nathansons’ table. In the convent, meals were taken in silence, except for a recitation of Grace and a reading of Scripture by one of the nuns. Each sister ate whatever was put in front of her whether or not it was to her liking. Even crumbs were caught in a napkin and consumed—to waste the slightest amount was a sin against poverty.
In Abel’s dining room, there was no form to observe, and therefore no way for Nan to relax. Still, within a few days, she was afraid of how good being there had begun to feel—even during the most difficult moments, like when Lulu looked up from her plate of ravioli and asked, “Is Daddy going to go away?”MoreLess
For the first few nights, it was hard... for Nan to eat at the Nathansons’ table. In the convent, meals were taken in silence, except for a recitation of Grace and a reading of Scripture by one of the nuns. Each sister ate whatever was put in front of her whether or not it was to her liking. Even crumbs were caught in a napkin and consumed—to waste the slightest amount was a sin against poverty.
In Abel’s dining room, there was no form to observe, and therefore no way for Nan to relax. Still, within a few days, she was afraid of how good being there had begun to feel—even during the most difficult moments, like when Lulu looked up from her plate of ravioli and asked, “Is Daddy going to go away?”MoreLess
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