Her parents thought she was with somebody else,” recalls Gay.
The first was her parents, who considered him an unpredictable rascal.
’ ”Gay was it—the man she wanted to marry, and yet there were looming obstacles.
She could have married the secretary of state,” he says.
Nan, already a big reader, was the good girl, getting high marks at Convent of the Sacred Heart, and an eager debutante.
The children ate separately from the parents, who dressed for dinner and ate alone.
They were tired of her attributing her success to Gay.“She’s always giving him credit for things,” says Pamela, an intense and darkly wry 52-year-old painter, who has had years of therapy trying to figure out her family.
Gay’s background couldn’t have been more different from those of the boys in her world.