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JENNY
Love at first sight has happened twice in my life. The initial time was when I met my husband Chuck, and the other was the instant Doctor Steve told me I was pregnant. To be honest, Chuck and I were not planning to be pregnant, but it happened, and I was overjoyed, as was Chuck. We hoped it would be a little boy. There aren’t many pregnant women my age at this time in the late sixties, not around Werchet anyhow. I am 19. Chuck is 21. My husband has a decent job going at a gravel company, and I plan to work until the baby comes. I don’t know if anyone will hire me, knowing I’ll quit in a few months, but I’ll try, anyway.
Evenings after Chuck arrives home from work are pleasant. Both of us look forward to them. We relax in our apartment, and he plays his guitar. We sing, listen to
