Among my mother’s favorite operas was La Traviata, and she was especially enamored with the duet between Alfredo and Violetta in Act 1. When she played it, she closed her eyes and imagined being courted by a man like Alfredo, who was capable of the highest expression of romantic love.
Chester? Well, when he wrote her a few poems in Shakespearean sonnet form, she believed he could be like that young, passionate nobleman in the opera. But then after they married, Chet kept telling her to “turn down that goddamn opera.”
How could she ever have fallen in love with a man who would say that?