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"I have not read Breakup, [a memoir by Celine's mother] and I don't intend to (at least not in the near future). This is because my parents are still my parents, and I am VERY uninterested in their personal lives (at least for the moment)." -- Celine Texier-Rose From Breakup: The End of a Love Story by Catherine Texier (Doubleday, 1998) When you became a father to Juliet, I found in you the father I never had and I adored you. I adored you for the tenderness with which you touched her, I adored you when you changed her diapers, cooked dinner for her, took her to the doctor, held her in your arms as the plastic surgeon sewed her severed finger back while I was home giving an interview. Did you ever resent taking care of her so much? Maybe you did. We used to say Juliet had two mothers. Sometimes I thought you were the better mother. When Juliet had a temper tantrum and screamed and rolled over on her back and kicked up her legs, you knew how to soothe her better than I did. In spite of your violent temper, you were the most tender father. When you held Juliet against your chest, it was as if I was curled into a father's arms . . . |