Daddy was now living in Texas with his new wife, a nineteen-year-old he’d brought to meet us the last time he visited. Jane was pretty as a picture, with red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. I was crazy about her—and so was he. Even Mom liked her. She and my dad moved to Burleson, where they planned to start a new family, so I realized it was better not to think about him anymore. I might only have been a kid, but I’d already learned to compartmentalize sadness—something I became pretty good at later in life.
