“He took her to soccer practice,” said Cloutier. “Coached her hockey team. When she was a child, he’d read to her at bedtime. Babar. Tintin. I’ve never seen a daughter more loved by a father, or a father more adored. I felt bad for Kathy. To be honest, I was never sure if she was jealous of Vivienne or Homer. But I do know that Vivienne left home as soon as she could.” “Pushed out by her mother?” Lysette nodded. “And then Kathy died. It makes this even worse for Homer. Not having Kathy here to turn to.” “Was it a happy marriage?”
