The rest of it was about 3 feet above the ground, as the middle ‘floor.’
I hooked up the water and electric for it. My lower legs hurt like crazy! I tried to stand and nearly blacked out from the pain. We threw a party when he won the election. One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was restraining my feelings at his funeral. Jake was buried two weeks before Christmas, December 12th, 1962. My best pal was fading away, and it wouldn’t be quick or pleasant. Popular town wisdom was that actresses and other whores were the only women who smoked. Since nobody shouted back, I knew I was the only one who might get me out. Jake was buried two weeks before Christmas, December 12th, 1962. They could rightfully be called bastards, since their mother and I were married to other people.
