Chapter 79
“When he knew he couldn’t get out, he tried to see a way to get you out. He saw it when you danced. He would tell me that you had made it. You’d left, you’d escaped, and you’d done it when you were only seventeen. He’d talk about the time you must be having in New Amsterdam, all those men, the glamour…He’d brag about how beautiful you looked, and he…It was the only way he could assuage his guilt. He was a guilty, cowardly, peace-loving man who was terrified of conflict. I’m not trying to say he was a good person. But I loved him. And he loved you. Maybe it wasn’t enough, but it was all he had.”