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I longed for Paul to notice me, for I believed that if I could only catch his eye, his heart would be shaken by the brave and lonely portrait I made there in my flowered maxi dress, my long hair blowing in the ocean breeze. Someone did notice me, but it was not Paul. And I did not find out about it until much later. Some months after my father died, in December of that same year, my mother told me, “Your Daddy was just heartbroken when he saw how hurt you were this past summer. He'd watch you out the window of our hotel room, sitting there alone, writing in your notebook, and it was almost more than he could bear.
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Melanie McCabe (His Other Life: Searching For My Father, His First Wife, and Tennessee Williams)