WHEN MILLIE WAS ON HER DEATHBED, I TOLD HER WHAT VAL had done to me. I was thirty, then, and my daughter was just a few months old. Millie looked at me with a solemn expression and said, “You can never tell your mother that.” That was also the day Millie confirmed to me that my mother’s suffering was worse than mine. She’d been raped. Me? It wasn’t that bad.
