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  • This photo shows my father in law Felipe dancing with his second wife at one of the many society parties they frequented.

    I first met him when I arrived in Mexico in the seventies. I was, in his eyes, an upstart British young girl who dared to marry into his family.

    I had never met a man with such a large ego and personality.

    I found his manner very confrontational. He had a sharp, caustic sense of humour and used it to belittle those close to him. I refused to rise to taunts and would sit silently and morosely in his company. I refused to giggle at his jokes and flatter him like other women in his life.

    Now I realise how difficult it must have been for Jacques family to deal with a silent sulky twenty year old.

    When I returned to Mexico twenty years after we came to live in England; I found a gentler, more positive man. He praised me for the support I had given Jacques and was interested to hear about my life.

    I, in turn, had matured and was determined to leave my negative attitude for him behind.

    I praised his paintings and showed interest in the books he had written.

    He relaxed and told me stories about Jacques when he was a child and the many interesting people he had met in Cuernavaca.

    We had both improved with age.
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