my girlfriends, silly and full of giggles. Her eyes were
 
 twinkling as she smiled up at the ceiling. I stood there
 
 speechless, staring down at her. Could it be that she
 
 was unaware Daddy had told me everything? "Daddy told me about your telegram," I blurted. She looked up at me, her smile slowly fading,
 
 the glimmer in her eyes dying. The vigor and
 
 brightness lifted from her face. It was as if she were
 
 coming back to earth, back to reality. Her eyes grew
 
 cold, her mouth tight. She took a deep breath and sat
 
 up slowly and with great effort. Then she took off her
 
 cap, unpinned her hair and shook her head to let the
 
 strands fall free.
 
 "He was supposed to leave it to me to tell you,"
 
 she said with remarkable calmness. "But I'm not
 
 surprised. I'm sure he put it all horribly, making it
 
 sound like the failure of some business venture. What
 
 did he tell you, our marriage was bankrupt?" "Oh no, Momma, Daddy is heartbroken," I
 
 cried. She smirked and got up to go to her vanity
 
 table. "Did you really go to Mexico and get a divorce?" Some stupid childish part of me was still
 
 hoping beyond hope that perhaps it wasn't all true. "Yes, Leigh, I did. And I'm not sorry." Her
 
 words felt like needles being poked in all over my
 
 body.
 
 "But why did you do it? How can you do it?" I
 
 screamed, enraged at my mother. I hated how little
 
 she seemed to care about how I was affected by her
 
 selfish decision. She sat down and turned to me. "Leigh, I was hoping you would be adult about
 
 all this now," she said calmly, but firmly. "I have been
 
 wanting to do this for some time, but I held off until I
 
 thought you were old enough to deal with it on a
 
 mature level. I've gone through months, years of
 
 added suffering just so you would be old enough to