“I have always tried to be all the tings my mother wanted me to be; ever the lady, always polite, never inconsiderate. I run my business the way my mother ran our house – everything just so. In some ways I am my mother – full of life when I’m happy, very cold when I’m angry. People say I look just like her. I’ll tell you a secret: every time I pass a mirror, I gasp. I wonder if there’s more here than meets the eye.” – Karen, thirty-nine.”
