Her mother was flighty. She probably shouldn’t have married, but that’s what women did in the early decades of the twentieth century, and if they were as pretty as Fay was, they got married young. They were supposed to settle down, not cut their hair and skirts short, and wear lipstick. They were not supposed to drive fast and roll back the rugs in the double parlor, turn up the radio, and dance on the exposed boards in high heeled shoes late until the neighbors complained. Fay did what she wanted, not what was expected of her.