In 1950, she married Roger Clinton, a hard-drinking car dealer, and moved with him to Hot Springs in 1953. At the age of fifteen, Bill was finally big enough to make his stepfather stop beating his mother, at least when he was around. He also tried to look out for his little brother, Roger, ten years younger. Virginia was widowed again in 1967 when Roger Clinton died after a long battle with cancer.
1950年，她改嫁酗酒成性的汽车代理商罗杰·克林顿，1953年跟他一起搬到温泉市。直到比尔十五岁、长得人高马大，罗杰才不敢再对弗吉妮亚动粗——至少比尔在时不敢。比尔还努力护着小他十岁的异父弟弟罗杰。1967年，罗杰·克林顿不敌癌症过世，弗吉妮亚再度成了寡妇。

I was no Miss Arkansas and certainly not the kind of girl Virginia expected her son to fall in love with. No matter what else was going on in her life, Virginia got up early, glued on her false eyelashes and put on bright red lipstick, and sashayed out the door. My style baffled her, and she didn't like my strange Yankee ideas either.
我既不是“阿肯色小姐”，当然也不是弗吉妮亚期望她儿子爱上的那类姑娘。不管发生什么天大的事，弗吉妮亚出门前必定起个大早，仔细梳妆打扮，粘上假睫毛，抹上大红唇膏。我的作风显然令她不解，一些北方人古怪的想法也让她不悦。
Eventually Virginia and I figured out that what we shared was more significant than what we didn't: We both loved the same man.
最后，弗吉妮亚和我终于明白了共同拥有比各处各的更有意义：我们都爱着同一个男人。