and struggling to make a home for her and the children; and that hurt her,
and she spoke of the `homes' she'd had since she was married.
It was about the worst quarrel we had. When she began to cry
I got my hat and went out and walked up and down by the creek.
I hated anything that looked like injustice -- I was so sensitive about it
that it made me unjust sometimes. I tried to think I was right,
but I couldn't -- it wouldn't have made me feel any better
if I could have thought so. I got thinking of Mary's first year
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