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Lucy had been gone for three days, off to see her mother in Los Angeles. They were to plan for our wedding. In this short time I had accomplished next to nothing and my studio had become oppressive.

I had been useless before she left. The canvasses perched ready for paint on my six easels had been poised, ready, blank, weeks before she left. Now the house was empty, and sitting alone in my studio I too felt empty. Read the rest of this entry »

Jack and Alice fought bitterly just before lunch over who should write the check for the telephone bill. Then, despite the scorching heat and without eating any lunch, Alice spent the entire afternoon wandering in the front yard and up and down the dirt road with her journal. Read the rest of this entry »