- My grandmother was married three times. I don’t know much about her first marriage. The third marriage was to my Grandfather. Her second marriage was to a man named Paul, who was, by all accounts, the love of her life.
- When we were nine or ten, my cousin and I found the marriage certificate while (illicitly) rifling through some paperwork in the bottom drawer of the secretary. (Turns out it wasn’t any big secret, but it was a revelation to me.) The idea that my grandmother had a life before she became My Grandmother captured my imagination and didn’t let go. All I knew about him was that his name was Paul, and that he was her great love. He died after only four months of marriage. She was 22.