Margot Tenenbaum was adopted at age two. Her father had always noted this when introducing her. She was a playwright, and won a Braverman Grant of $50,000 in the ninth grade.
She and her brother Richie ran away from home one winter and camped out in the African wing of the Public Archives. They shared a sleeping bag and survived on crackers and root beer.
Four years later Margot disappeared alone for two weeks and came back with half a finger missing.
She was known for her extreme secrecy. For example, none of the Tenenbaums knew she was a smoker, which she had been since the age of twelve.
Nor were they aware of her first marriage and divorce to a recording artist in Jamaica.
She kept a private studio in Mockingbird Heights under the name ‘Helen Scott’.
She had not completed a play in seven years.
In fact, virtually all memory of the brilliance of the young Tenenbaums had been erased by two decades of betrayal,
“I couldn’t even begin to think about knowing how to answer that question.”
“I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Richie.”