The Room My Father Built
“All right.”
“This house is worth an enormous amount of money and it is sitting there doing nothing.”
I did not say anything.
“A wife supports her husband.
When my Gerald was building the practice I signed everything he put in front of me, and I never once asked what it was, and that’s why we have what we have.”
“Beatrice—”
“What’s yours is his.
That is what a marriage is.” She tapped the table twice with two fingers.