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The one constant in Leida Mothma’s life is her mother’s absence.
“It’s a demanding job, the Senate,” her father says. He defends Mother sometimes. Leida can’t imagine why; it’s not like she’s ever there for him, either. And yet Dad dutifully performs his role as a senator’s husband, even when he and Mother are fighting, or distant.
Leida learns early about the masks her parents wear, that they don and discard as quickly and easily as breathing, and the insincerity that underlies all of their lives, and she knows one thing for sure: she will never do the same herself.