Chris Costner Sizemore, Elen Sain Pittillo
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Publish Year note: First published 1977. Published January 1st 1978 by Jove Books
She was a virgin one minute, a wanton the next. She became pregnant as one woman and gave birth as another. She moved in seconds from vibrant youth to trembling old age. She changed in her husband's arms from a loving wife to a savage shrew. And, finally, she desperately tried and failed and tried again with the aid of doctors, family and loved ones to find her own true face behind the tortured masks. From Chris Costner Sizemore's own memories, her torment and hard-won triumph, comes the most remarkable true story that any woman ever lived.
Bud, anything wrong?" "Sister's took bad sick. Baby's prob'ly coming early. You'll have to go for Doc Crafton. Take the mule. And hurry, boy, she's really bad this time." Acie turned back 42 into the big room and began to punch up the smoldering coals in the fireplace. Amos, hastily pulling on his clothes, sat down on a chair to tie his shoes. Acie instructed him, "It's five miles. Should take about an hour. Leave the mule and ride back with Doc; I might need you. Tell him there's
no bleeding yet, but the pain is all the time, and bad. And tell him to hurry." As they crossed the room to the door, Zueline's soft moaning turned into a high, thin cry of pain. Both men, neither scarcely more than a boy, stopped and looked toward the room. Then Acie jerked the door open and pushed his brother-in-law into the chill spring night. Amos touched him on the shoulder. "I'll hurry, don't I'll be back with ole Doc.Crafton in no time." And he disappeared toward the barn on the run.
the land that produced yield in proportion to one's labors. And it was the land that held the promise of the good life. The country was in the midst of one of its darkest hours. There were no jobs, there was no money, people were hungry. Ellis was never afterward able to pinpoint exactly why he pulled out of the lumber business and sold his thriving interests. Perhaps he half consciously noted subtle little signs in business, which added up to a growing uneasiness; perhaps he only knew that he
with his hair and clothes floating jerkily about him as the disturbed water splashed and waved. When they reached the bank on the far side at the road, they tried to heave the body out of the water. The wet, glistening skin slipped away under pressure, and the soaked body was heavy and awkward. Amos climbed onto the bank and pulled the body by the clothes, while Acie pushed the legs out of the water. Both men were slight of build, and they sat panting on the bank, unable to talk for a moment. "He
WPA improving and maintaining the local roads, and worked in the evenings and on Saturdays farming their land. Nobody, of course, worked on Sunday. The country's economy reached its lowest ebb; it was a hand-to-mouth existence. And some did not make it. In increasing numbers, wagons, carrying a few precious pieces though he wished Acie's purposes in several ways, it — — of salvaged belongings, slowly passed along the road. The occupants of these ponderous vehicles looked neither right nor