My mother married a very eligible bachelor. He was a doctor with a big practice and social connections. Up close, he was a shy, sweet man who, when he wasn’t taking care of his patients, loved to tinker with his inventions. He required very little for himself.
Harry came from a big family in which he was the only boy. The family scraped up the money for medical school and assumed loyalty. When they married, he was helping support two sisters and their families.
My mother was having none of it.
They enjoyed some good years together. But, as you can imagine, the stage was set for some rough times ahead.
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