Chapter 23

'Never shared a bed…' As a married woman, Rosalind knew exactly what that phrase implied.

"You're not messing with me, are you?" she asked, disbelief heavy in her voice.

Clara looked up, her small, delicate face dim and tired. Her voice remained soft. "How could I joke about something like this? Mom, other than divorce, I can't think of any way out."

Rosalind's anger boiled, but not at Clara. Her