Rossley and Marionne Moore's Marriage

Rossley would never allow herself to imagine a girl who looked any different from the one she had dropped off at the school gate on that final fatal morning. The woman across the aisle gave Rossley a look, quizzical, if not entirely unfriendly. She must have been staring at the woman's body. What kind of mother would scrutinize a daughter's body with a collector's interest? Marionne Moore's mother,. it turned out, or at least, Rossley could not shake off that impression after reading Moore's biography. Instead of wrapping herself in a bathrobe, Rossley had carried every single piece of her closing into the bathroom and made herself as unavailable and unassailable