Chapter 6
Let’s see. He was born and raised in the
Midwest.
His parents were
farmers.
He lost his folks and
his little sister in some awful accident—I was pretty sure it was
an accident—and he met Tina (more on her in a minute) the night of
their funeral.
I knew he favored
Kenneth Cole shoes, in black.
I knew he loved
strawberries.
I knew he loved
me.
I knew he loved power
most of all.
And that was pretty
much all I knew. If this was a book,
and not my life, what I knew about my husband wouldn’t even fill up
one page. How’s that for humbling?