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Jane sensed the tension between her parents before she learned they were splitting. Frances, who had suffered from both physical and mental illnesses, broke the news. I was lying on Mother's bed with her and she asked if I wanted to see her scar from her recent kidney operation. I didn't really want to. But since she'd asked, I felt she needed to show it to me and that I shouldn't say no. She pulled up her satin pajama top and lowered the pants and there . . . oh, horror – that's why they were getting divorced! Who would want to live with someone who'd been cut in half and had a thick, wide pink scar that ran all around her waist?
"And look at this," she said, showing me one of her breasts. The nipple was all distorted. I felt so bad for her – it must have hurt so much – but I also didn't want to be her daughter. . . . I wanted a mother who looked healthy and beautiful, at whom a father would want to look when she had no clothes on.
















