From a visit to my grand-aunt, after her husband passed away. He was a charming man who lived past 85, and had the kindest soul in the family. When we visited his now widowed wife, all she cried about was her maid not turning up to clean the kitchen. Her tears paused as she even told us about how another maid was kicked out, because she was pregnant and was of no use. She didn’t want to put her up at her house anymore.
My grand-aunt’s husband was arranged to marry her. She resembled a “pretty doll”  in her youth. I always wondered if he loved her and almost asked him last winter when I was going through his old photo-album. I saw pictures of him, so young, dancing with full figured women who had curled up hair and wore tight 50’s frocks. He had such a bright face.
I wondered, but I never asked.