I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

dollars and they make up a woman.

They picture silk. They picture coldness. They picture a person who married for comfort and stayed for access.

That’s fine. People have busy little minds.

The truth was uglier and smaller and much more ordinary.

I met Richard Whitmore when I was thirty-eight and working in the gift shop of the Franklin Institute because continue reading …