abused strong women who threaten their masculinity,’ Desi
is saying. ‘They have such fragile psyches, they need that
control …’
I am thinking of a different kind of control. I am thinking
about control in the guise of caring:
Here is a sweater for
the cold, my sweet, now wear it and match my vision
.
Nick, at least, didn’t do this. Nick let me do what I
wanted.
I just want Desi to sit still and be quiet. He’s fidgety and
nervous, as if his rival is in the room with us.
‘Shhh,’ I say as my pretty face comes on the screen,
then another photo and another, like falling leaves, an Amy
collage.
‘She was the girl that
every
girl wanted to be,’ said
Sharon’s voiceover. ‘Beautiful, brilliant, inspiring, and very
wealthy.’
‘He was the guy that all men admired …’
‘Not this man,’ Desi muttered.
‘… handsome, funny, bright, and charming.’
‘But on July fifth, their seemingly perfect world came
crashing in when Amy Elliott Dunne disappeared on their
fifth wedding anniversary.’
Recap recap recap. Photos of me, Andie, Nick. Stock
photos of a pregnancy test and unpaid bills. I really did do a
nice job. It’s like painting a mural and stepping back and
thinking:
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