(Dogs 23)
We understood each other, [Vica and I]. All of us worried. Regretting I complained about her before, I now tried to make it up for her by taking her for walks. But I wasn't her master.
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Polly Kay (1904-1997) vividly and with humor describes her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin, in excerpts from letters to her son Skip written after 1949, including her 5 last years in an old folks' home.
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