Chapter 5
Ida walked past a crowd of bettors who had lined up near the parlay window. She twisted the bracelet nervously on her forearm and continued moving down a graded ramp toward the track.
She smelled the musty paint on the grandstand seats, mingling with other odors in her nose-dust and iron girders and the nearby horses themselves. Ida smiled as a feeling of triumph glowed within her. It was more than the happy knowledge that she had given herself utterly and superbly to Maurice.
Throughout early adolescence, Ida Reneson had suffered mentally because her mother had hated the role of "woman" which was foisted upon her.
What sense did it make to struggle and sacrifice as a wife? This was the theme under which the two Reneson daughters had grown up; only an i***t could enjoy bei
