Leslie worshiped him.
One morning, a year later, in a split second, Leslie’s wonderful life vanished. Her mother, face stained with tears, sat her down. “Darling, your father has…left us.”
Leslie did not understand at first. “When will he be back?”
“He’s not coming back.”
And each word was a sharp knife.
My mother has driven him away, Leslie thought. She felt sorry for her mother because now there would be a divorce and a custody fight. Her father would never let her go. Never. He’ll come for me, Leslie told herself.
But weeks passed, and her father never called. They won’t let him come and see me, Leslie decided. Mother’s punishing him.
It was Leslie’s elderly aunt who explained to the child that there would be no custody battle. Leslie’s father had fallen in love with a widow who taught at the university and had moved in with her, in her house on Limestone Street.
One day when they were out shopping, Leslie’s mother pointed out the house. “That’s where they live,” she said bitterly.
Leslie resolved to visit her father. When he sees me, she thought, he’ll want to come home.
On a Friday, after school, Leslie went to the house on Limestone Street and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a girl Leslie’s age. She was wearing a brown velvet dress with lace cuffs. Leslie stared at her, in shock.
The little girl was looking at her curiously. “Who are you?”
Leslie fled.
Over the next year, Leslie watched her mother retire into herself. She had lost all interest in life. Leslie had believed that “dying of a broken heart” was an empty phrase, but Leslie helplessly watched her mother fade away and die, and when people asked her what her mother had died of, Leslie answered, “She died of a broken heart.”
And Leslie resolved that no man would ever do that to her.
After her mother’s death, Leslie moved in with her aunt. Leslie attended Bryan Station High School and was graduated from the University of Kentucky summa cum laude. In her final year in college, she was voted beauty queen, and turned down numerous offers from modeling agencies.
Leslie had two brief affairs, one with a college football hero, and the other with her economics professor. They quickly bored her. The fact was that she was brighter than both of them.
Just before Leslie was graduated, her aunt died. Leslie finished school and applied for a job at the advertising and public relations agency of Bailey & Tomkins. Its offices were on Vine Street in a U-shaped brick building with a copper roof and a fountain in the courtyard.
Jim Bailey, the senior partner, had examined Leslie’s résumé, and nodded. “Very impressive. You’re in luck. We need a secretary.”
“A secretary? I hoped—”
“Yes?”
“Nothing.”
Leslie started as a secretary, taking notes at all the meetings, her mind all the while judging and thinking of ways to improve the advertising campaigns that were being suggested. One morning, an account executive was saying, “I’ve thought of the perfect logo for the Rancho Beef Chili account. On the label of the can, we show a picture of a cowboy roping a cow. It suggests that the beef is fresh, and—”
That’s a terrible idea, Leslie thought. They were all staring at her, and to her horror, Leslie realized she had spoken aloud.
“Would you mind explaining that, young lady?”
“I…” She wished she were somewhere else. Anywhere. They were all waiting. Leslie took a deep breath. “When people eat meat, they don’t want to be reminded that they’re eating a dead animal.”
There was a heavy silence. Jim Bailey cleared his throat. “Maybe we should give this a little more thought.”
The following week, during a meeting on how to publicize a new beauty soap account, one of the executives said, “We’ll use beauty contest winners.”
“Excuse me,” Leslie said diffidently. “I believe that’s been done. Why couldn’t we use lovely flight attendants from around the world to show that our beauty soap is universal?”
In the meetings after that, the men found themselves turning to Leslie for her opinion.
A year later, she was a junior copywriter, and two years after that, she became an account executive, handling both advertising and publicity.