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to her.

She plopped down at the kitchen table and collapsed onto her forearms. She couldnā€™t go on like this, racked with fear and desperation. Sheā€™d turned into a bundle of jangling nerves. She needed to summon calmā€”and a shred of confidenceā€”so she could talk to Nick in a reasonable way.

She bathed, dressed in a lightweight cotton dress, and took herself out to the Kent Street Diner for a lunch of fried eggs, potatoes, and toast. After smothering everything with butter, she managed to force down half her breakfast. Then she walked home and picked up a bookā€”Sense and Sensibility. Sheā€™d read it years before and thought she could manage it now: Sheā€™d always enjoyed Jane Austenā€™s clever works. For nearly an hour, her gaze wove over the pages, but her mind wandered. She repeatedly caught herself and circled back through the paragraphs. Finally, she gave up and slumped down on the sofa.

She looked around the living room: at Nickā€™s photographs of quaint Spanish villages and the rolling German countryside; at her bookshelf packed with novels, mostly the works of her favorite writers, Conrad, Dickens, Kipling, and Wells; at Nickā€™s tidy arrangement of their sofa, two easy chairs, and modest drop-leaf coffee table; at the Philco tabletop radio they huddled around Sunday evenings for the ā€œChase and Sanbornā€ and ā€œFord Sunday Eveningā€ hours. This was where she and Nick lived. This was their home. This was what she wanted.

Nick would be home tomorrow. She must get herself under control. A plan, thatā€™s what she needed.

Sheā€™d walk to the harbor and back to tire herself out. Sheā€™d buy some groceriesā€”a can of Campbellā€™s tomato soup for her dinner and some chicken to fry for Fridayā€™s dinner. Nick liked fried chicken, and sheā€™d learned to cook it passably well. Sheā€™d take two of those pills tonight so she could get a good nightā€™s sleep. In the morning, sheā€™d launder the sheets and dirty clothes and hang them out to dry, and sheā€™d spend the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, top to bottom. When Nick returned, sheā€™d apologize to him, tell him sheā€™d been all wrong, that she hadnā€™t understood how much he wanted a family. Sheā€™d promise to make a home for him, a real home with all the children he desired.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

BARBARA AT TWENTY-FIVE

Boston, November 1939

November 4, 1939

My dear Alice,

Many thanks for your consoling letter. What would I do without you? Youā€™re the staunchest friend I have, and I need your guiding hand now more than ever.

Yes, Iā€™m relieved Nick is giving me another chance. But I canā€™t say the situation is getting better. Iā€™m so weary. I slouch around all day as if I have a boulder strapped to my back. At work, I try to distract myself with my duties, but I only manage that in dribs. And to find a bit of oblivion at night, I take sleeping dope.

The worst thing is, Iā€™ve discovered thereā€™s someone else. I donā€™t ask Nick about her. I donā€™t know who she is, how serious it got, or if heā€™s still seeing her. I only know that weā€™re chillingly courteous to each other and that under the surface, things are horribly, terribly wrong. Heā€™s not his usual serene self around me. Heā€™s as stiff as a palace guard. I suppose itā€™s all my fault. I didnā€™t understand how much having children meant to him. I only hope itā€™s not too late to save our marriage.

Itā€™s curious. If he only said heā€™d come back to me, I wouldnā€™t care about this other woman. Jealousy pales compared to my need for him and his steadying love. Thatā€™s how important he is to me.

Iā€™m trying as hard as I can. I donā€™t pry or beg him to talk about our chances. I keep my agonies to myself and try to show him nothing but good cheer. I cook his favorite foods and keep the apartment neat and sparkling, just the way he likes it. He even thanked me for a tasty dinner last night, which gives me a scrap of hope. And this morning, he patted me on the head, the first time heā€™s touched me in ever so long.

Iā€™ve got to think itā€™ll be all right. Last week, he told me he doubts a leopard can change its spots, but I intend to prove I can be a good wife to him. Iā€™d always rebelled against the confines of a tame domestic life, and now itā€™s all I want. If I can convince him I really will give him children, I believe I can win him over. I only want us to get back to honestly and easily loving each other instead of acting like weā€™re delicate china thatā€™ll shatter at the least nudge.

This is turning into the shortest letter ever because I donā€™t want to go on burdening you with talk of how dreadful my life is just now. I must believe Nick will come back to me, for I donā€™t know how I can go on without him.

So Iā€™ll imagine you urging me on and telling me Iā€™m doing the right thing and that all will soon be well.

All my love,

Barbara

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

BARBARA AT TWENTY-FIVE

Boston, December 1939

Though they lasted only two or three days, Nick's business trips invariably set off waves of ambivalence in her. At first, sheā€™d think, ah, a break from the stifling, contrived accord, a chance to write letters without fearing heā€™ll walk by and spy a few words. But after that initial blush of relief, she descended into panic.

For some reason, itā€™d been much worse this time. Sheā€™d paced, written a long letter to Alice, even emptied, scrubbed, and reorganized the cupboards and closet. Not that that kept her from worrying. Why did he claim he was too busy to telephone her? He knew sheā€™d be home evenings after work. Surely he didnā€™t have business around the clock. Might he be seeing that girl? No, he wouldnā€™t do such a thingā€”not while

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