in the weeks after her husband had abandoned her in greece, michelle examined every memory she had of mark weinberg. woman: she s the hostess and she is the mostest. narrator: turning each unreliable fragment over in her mind as if seeing recent scenes from her life for the first time. michelle weinberger: i have marky all to myself. yeah, marky. i m captive here, help. michelle weinberger: yes, i m holding him as a prisoner. narrator: none of it made any sense to michelle. hadn t they had it all money youth, even happiness? what on earth, she wondered, could have caused him just to chuck it all, without so much as a note of explanation? november 1st was our three-year anniversary, and was a bit of a turning point for me. but prior to that, i still believed wholeheartedly that he was going to send for me. and if he sent for me, i would have went with him. really? i would have, yes. and that day came and went with no phone
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