36“You’ve been feeling better,” Simon commented to his wife as he prepared to take a shower.
“Why do you say that?” she asked. Her tone was anxious and Simon turned toward her. He wished he had said nothing. “Why, Simon?” she said with urgency. “I think it is only that I am learning to fake it more successfully.” She lifted her chin and turned away from him. “None of you in this family understands me. I am surrounded by people—by noise, by all these needs and wants and pressures—but I am utterly solitary.”
“We all are, when you get down to it,” said Simon quietly.
“No! I am more alone than all of you!”
Simon sighed a deep sigh. Not for the first time he regretted ever meeting Camille. But how was he to guess that that elegant young woman would turn out to be dangerously imbalanced, tha
