Father never considered the consequences of his actions. He had married Deirdre knowing she loved another man. Father was incapable of love; he cared only for the position Deirdre’s dowry would purchase. It was a good life, nonetheless, Deidre giving him Tamsin and Moira, two daughters who greatly resembled her. When the third child came, there was no hiding her paternity. Father threw them out, Deirdre and the infant with her lover’s coloring and Tamsin became the lady of the house.
Now Father was gone, the income squandered and Tamsin and little Moira alone in the dingy, rented flat they could no longer afford. Tamsin considered the letter she had just received as her sister wept joyfully: “My dear Tamsin, at last we can be together as a family. Now that Father is gone, I can marry the man I’ve always loved, the man who is truly yours and Moira’s father.”