About her driving sometimes. Sometimes about her new job, her new responsibilities. Once, about finding herself a new secretary on the sprawling family tree. Lee let him babble, too engrossed with her own rage, with Maggie's quiet misery beside her, to interrupt the nervous jabbering. The smell of Andrew's guilty conscience reeked hotly through the perfumed words. Yet Lee knew that she could not look to Andrew for help. He had never in his life done anything against Kate's will. And it was Kate's will that Maggie marry the family's one available male and that she bear him a son. Nor would Maggie fight on her own behalf. Not out of fear of Kate so much, but out of a blind, stupid loyalty to Andrew. As she glanced at the girl, Lee knew without asking the unhappiness in Maggie's soul. The discontent. She wanted to reach out and touch her, to tell her that somehow, some way... In her frustration, Lee gripped the wheel till her knuckles ached.
