“I can see where he’s coming from,” my father said. “Your mother has a thing about her. That woman casts a spell. The first time I saw her I thought my heart was going to stop. The truth is, it took me a long time to be relaxed around her. Maybe I never was. It’s hard to explain. I wanted her to be free, but I also wanted that freedom to be mine. I think I’ve always been jealous of her. I sacrificed parts of my life to be with her, and I resent her for that.”