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Gendron. They made baby carriages. I worked there for
over three years and never got a raise. I left that job

because General Electric was hiring; their starting pay

was $4 an hour. In those days, that was good pay. That’s
how we were able to purchase the house. The value of

the townhouse was, I believe, $84,000. Ah, well—so
much for the good old days.

So, we lost the house and moved back into an apartment.

Things went from bad to worse. I came home one
evening and found my husband’s midsection burned and

blistered from hot water—that had been poured on him
by my daughter. There were two versions of the

explanation. After I took him to the hospital, I had to
give him an ultimatum.

He never fails to remind me of my age. I was six years

his senior, and he would never let me forget it. For some
reason, I believed her side of the story. At this point, we

became strangers.

I came home one day to find a burn on my baby’s arm.

She said her sister burned her with a hot spoon off the
stove. One of us had to leave. So, he went with my

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