She loves her husband, my husband's twin. Charlie is a little shorter, softer and less mean than Bernard. Otherwise they are two of a kind. They sit in my kitchen and plot while their cigar smoke twines in the air. I hate them both.
Belle is a china girl.
If Bernard had her, he would have smashed her to bits long ago. Charlie is slower, but I am certain that one day he will break her to pieces as his brother would. I sit with Belle on her porch sometimes, and I want to tell her that her husband does not love her, that he is not faithful. I cannot prove it, any more than I can prove my own husband's infidelity. But I know it must be so.