then she had the nerve to say that she was a virgin when she married my father. She said it with this little smile on her face.” I knew the little smile she was talking about. You see it on the faces of girls who were born to be somebody’s wife. That virgin-smile was plenty annoying on the faces of tenth-grade girls, but on grown women it was infuriating. One good thing about having a mother like mine is that she never went and got all superior on me.
