She wanted to be the perfect woman for him—Michael never knew my mom smoked, for example—which, again, was not dissimilar to how her mother had been with her father. But after she and Michael had been together for a while, he finally told her he liked her nails the best when they were natural—he certainly didn’t require her to be a perfect woman. She couldn’t believe that she’d spent thousands of dollars on nails over an entire year, and he preferred the bitten ones.
