Rose Franken

“She looked a sight. No wonder he had mistaken her for a little country nobody, no make-up, and her old brown coat. Nothing in the world, she suddenly realized, could be quite so brown or quite so old as an old brown coat and to complete the picture, nothing could make a second-hand station wagon look less imposing than a flat tire and two dusty bags of dog food sitting up in the rear of it, like lumpy old ladies. But no matter what he thought, she'd be a fool to take one insult after another without doing something about it. If she didn't, his attitude was enough to give her an inferiority complex for the rest of her life. David would not know what had happened but he would miss some indefinable voltage that had been part of her in time their marriage would become a bloodless union which he would cease to cherish with jealousy and pride. It might sound a little far-fetched in theory, but in actual practice she knew that it was true.”
― Rose Franken, Claudia