by Susan Roberts
"The house looks strange, as if I've never seen it before. The greens in the throw rug in the living room grate on my nerves. I hate green, at least in that color, would have chosen blues if I'd had a say. Everything is so freakishly neat, it looks like a stage set. There is not one thing in this room that I love, that belongs to me. My entire married life feels like a book I read, a movie I watched." (p 17)