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her.

The day after she moved into the cabin, her brother, Victor, had come to see
her.

"It looks like something out of one of those awful old movies," Victor said,
looking very much out of place in his beige sports outfit, which Moira was
certain had been advertised as the latest thing in country wear. He posed in
the
doorway, looking fastidious and elegant, and suddenly she felt as tired of him
as she was of all the rest of the polished, sophisticated, artificial people
she
had come here to escape.

"You'll be back within a week." His attractive, triangular smile took the
sting
from his words. "This place is primitive, Moira. A pump! I can't believe it!
And
where is the john?"

"In back of the cabin." She had to smile at his very real horror.

He struck his forehead with the back of his hand. "A Chic Sale! Now I know
you're out of your mind!"

A stricken look flashed across his mobile face, and Moira went to him and took
his hand, exerting a gentle pressure. "Victor, it's all right. I can talk
about
it now. I can talk about nervous breakdowns, mental illness." She smiled
wryly.
"In fact, for nine months, it seems I've talked of little else."

And that's the truth, she thought. In her sessions with Dr. Speegler, she had
finally been able to bring it all out; all the bitterness, all the repressed
love and hidden hatred that she had felt for her husband, Jason. Dr. Speegler
had helped her see that her anger was a natural thing. She had felt betrayed,
which was only natural, since in the very act of marrying her, Jason had
betrayed her.

She had married Jason believing he was everything she had ever dreamed of;
handsome, clever, sure of himself. The fact that he attempted no physical
liberties with her before marriage, she put down to his self-control, his
concern for her inexperience. But, after the wedding . . . She drew a
shuddering
breath. She could think of it now, even talk about it, but the thought still
brought pain. It all came down to one hurtful, unalterable fact; Jason was not
able to physically love a woman. That portion of his life was reserved for
other
men.