When I look back on my first two wives, I can't help but see how different they each was. Bethel was trim and real pretty. She put up with a whole bunch from me with my drinking and running around and all. She will always be my one true love. I can never get back all the time I wasted when I could have been right there with her. Mary Kate was at best pleasingly plump. She dyed her hair jet black and had a slight bitter odor about her. She was a good wife and was good to Bethel's children. I was regular at the Catholic Church because of her. But I warn't a real good Catholic. I mean I didn't learn the name they give to things. Them beads they used had a name, but they was just beads to me. I knelt and did not use the special name they gave to kneeling and I just made a cross across my chest. I never learned no special name for that neither. All in all I was lucky with my first two wives.
But Trixie. She was a different matter. I met Trixie at a county fair and for the next few years she led me down paths I never thought I would go down.
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