My beloved uncle was a tragic, Heathcliff like figure in my youth. I had heard endless tales of a doomed love, a painful separation and an unhappy marriage. It was all so unfair. How could life be so cruel?
What of poor Cathy? Her fate even worse – a sad, lonely spinster living a cold existence. Poor sweet girl. I didn’t know her, but I pitied her.
Then one day, Cathy reappeared! Wait, who is this beautiful, self-assured, fun-loving person? Surely, not the Cathy I knew. She understood my confusion and took pity on me.
“Don’t believe everything you hear sweetie.”
