But the defeated wife never communicated what she really wanted to say. Decorum dictated it, rotting tradition and decent human intercourse dictated politeness not avarice. Telling him that she supported him during his time of need, where now it was fair share, was out of the question. Tears of outraged vanity blurred her vision. The wild whirl of nameless regret and passionate sorrow overwhelmed her as she felt like a ruined broken wreck.
Excerpt: Caring for Eleanor